Silent Feelings: Stories of Neglect
______By Aranna Hasan Delwar.
You are not the same nowadays
Everything is changing fast,
You are more variable than the speed of time.
You are drunk on the smell of my hair
Do not touch my hair for how long?
Do not kiss the tolled cheeks of your digestive power
would be a problem
No time to look at those tolled cheeks.
What color is the tip of the forehead?
Did I read the tip in the right place?
You have no vision of that these days.
Pulling the hem of my saree
Holding it close to the chest and looking at it
How long do you not get that?
If you don't touch my body at night
could not sleep
But for a long time you and I will be together
However, I don't smell your body
Although I am a living person
An inert substance these days.
The one you don't feel
I lie like the furniture of a house,
Maybe you don't throw it away because it's necessary
Carelessly left in a corner.
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