Probashi    

its like this ache

in my heart...

It is dull but

Its a start.

Its like a need

of my soul

that needs a feed

of my guilt.

It is the memory of you -

sounds of rickshaw, morning dew

of sorrow and of few

monsoon rain, and 'jonopod' train

leaving Dhaka and gold chain

that my gran left me and me

in vain trying....

trying in vain to forget you.

~~~

Eeshita Azad, London,