Our Story
Here, we stand in silence;
Under a dripping umbrella
You and me,
And our thousand untold words!
On such a dense, dark day,
Can we find the words?
On such a cloudy, showery day,
Can we open our hearts?
Evening descends
Time elapses.
The water drips down the green leaves,
The rikshaws roll down the city road,
There
You and me
And our endless story waits for an end.
Marzia Rahman is a writer and translator based in Dhaka.
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