So go in peace, be free, be kind.
You thought you had escaped, didn't you? / Outran everything that weighed you down
A quiet, seniority in its touch, / A tenderness that feels like it's meant to last
Sometimes at early dawn / You overpower my eyelids / And won’t let me wake up
I love the texture of your hair and I wanted to tell you about it in far too many words than either you or I are comfortable with.
We'll put up feigned politicians / And their fake promises instead
Who do I tell, sir? The walls do not listen, The roads do not answer back
Here are a few things I learned in the one month we haven’t spoken
you don't recognise yourself, / everything is lost like a fish in Lethean space. / you have mistaken truth for love again
but i can't. i cannot be bothered to find / meaning behind the faults in my father's eyes
Hark! / Busy work of Hands
teardrops trickling down / the valley / mingling with the static— / hollow waves of Kaptai lake
Maa, you are an endless exhibition / of sweet-sour happiness
My train just started / I found my seat / When she called me
Was it a spectacle—filmed the whole incident? / Why didn’t you withstand? / Why didn’t you try to desist?
The night smoke carries out the riots of innocents,
Rose-tinted glasses are just red, and I have painted myself with the color now that the hollow of your eyes isn’t there, now that
Somehow, the taste of tear gas
Translated by Mohammad Shafiqul Islam
