Published on 12:00 AM, November 06, 2021

Poetry

Echoes

I roll and roll and roll,

Till I reach my desired goal.

The branches grow forth,

Till my body aches and is sore.

My body turns old.

The fruits on the branches grow ripe,

It's time for flight,

Time to hit the roads,

Repeats many more folds;

A story that never grows old.

Tasneem Hossain is a multilingual poet, columnist, op ed columnist and training consultant. She is the director of Continuing Education Centre, Bangladesh