The love birds of Pabna
If only I had stopped her from drinking!
She did say that the water tasted funny;
And it looked yellow, and smelt of metal...
Why didn't I stop her; why didn't we fly away...
Yes, it was hot and we were thirsty;
But I should not have let her drink!
The poison spitting vehicles, the sewage rivers
Black belching factories, the plastic killers
Chemical plants, the garment dyes
Coal power plants, and unidentified crimes...
We knew what fed that water;
And yet I let her drink!
Where will I fly to now? With whom?
I have known no love but Padma;
And now she is gone.
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