A sudden stillness!
A caesura - splits the line of thought, broken
Mind flying in ambiguous
Directions. Colours and laughter
Chopped up. Two halves!
An embryo of pain
into the bunker of feelings. Multiplies,
Like a platoon of tombstones in a nocturnal graveyard
For unidentified war heroines – erupt out.
Deeper and deeper,
Further and further, higher and higher,
Burrowing, sprawling, turning.
The core, encompassed.
The sign drips blood, black turns red!
Slowly she turns. Stillness knows no bound,
Swallows up the purest child of feelings,
All that she knows.
Dilruba Z. Ara is a Swedish Bangladeshi writer, novelist, artist, educator and translator.