Saturday, January 9, 2016, Poush 26, 1422 BS, Rabiul Awal 27, 1437 Hijri

Why blood shot your eyes
Nirmalendu Goon
Published :Saturday, 9 January, 2016,  Time : 12:00 AM  View Count : 16

Translated by Rash-ha Muntaqaa
No, not that I must be adored
I desire
someone to wait
               for me
behind my door.
I'm sick of unlocking from outside.

I need not to be loved
I seek
one, would serve me bread, has not
to sit with fan in hand
I know electricity set free woman
from care-prison.
I only need someone to ask
if I'll take another glass, or salt,
or a lettuce leaf beside my
twice-baked chop.

I can by myself do my dishes
even laundry on my own.
I won't say I must be loved, I
                need someone from inside
to just open me the door.
Better if I'm offered some food
Not my lust craves escort,
At least one could notice, ask "Why
eyes so bloodshot?"

Rash-ha Muntaqaa is schooling with
University of Liberal Arts Bangladesh

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