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. Therefore 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