Memory | স্মৃতি

By and | 31 October 2020

The sky insists on unfurling
its vast emptiness overhead.
Today you are not here.
In your place,
the ghosts of our landscapes
raise the oceans in me.
Here is what floats up –

The riverside. The thickets,
the tamarinds. The derelict bridge.
Together on the endless beaches,
our hands outspan the moon.

Today you are not here.
Today you do not remember.
(What is to be remembered? how long
have I been an emigrant.)
Today you are not here by the silk tree.
Here we first fell in love,
here the first tree still waits.

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