Sonargaon - A poem by HUR
HUR left this poem on my blog in response to my post on Bangladesh and Bengali art. This is a moving poem with tender moments - much like the water colour strokes. Yet, it has a strong after-effect. Here it is:
SONARGAON
The connotation of flood
remains unchanged,
whether your delta
drowns or mine.
Back then, we could
have used ferries
to abridge doubts.
Your currency could prevail
my capital could move,
spring could come
at December’s fall.
We could even
share the blood bath.
Now at the mercy
of our cyclones
and not even feeling wet for each other,
bites hard on the times
that you nor I can roll.
1 December 1998
Dhaka/Bangladesh
June 19th, 2007 at 4:19 pm
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