Living in between
Riding on a motorcar
high up in the hills
bouncing on its grooved valleys
are its alloy wheels.
Detours and turnings
and making path piercing the mist
beyond, the white and green coexist
the tacit winter and the little drops of rain.
Frost's words echoing from somewhere within
''The woods are lovely, dark and deep"
Utterance of delusive and captivating fantasies
yet, we choose to come back to the realm of life.
Live its moments of requisite variety.
The alloy wheels -- springing up and down
and I, growing, and living in between.
-Mashiat Mubasshira is studying MBBS,
Dhaka Medical College