I feel like unmasking myself
Because no one will see.
My heart wants to wring out all the pain
Because it won't dribble
Like the waterdrops
From woolens hung out to dry.
No one will see my face
And laugh out loud
At me, my grief, my misery –
I go and sit in the rocking chair
Which has passed a year in rain and sun
On my veranda, now crawling in dust.
I sneak around the windows
Where I can see the candles burning,
Women doing chores.
I can count heads but their thoughts are unfathomable.
I can see some women sit
On the balconies, just as I do,
Sit in silence, lost in thought.
This moment makes me look up at a piece of sky
Square or rectangular.
I seek for the stars.
This moment allows me to get drunk
On the beauty of a full moon and
Reminds me it's a lovely night
Just like the night when you first came to me.
Now, the darkness allows me to breathe
Or commit a sin
Sabiha Sultana is a student of MA in Creative Writing, ULAB.