Sunny Day in Rangamati

This week’s catch up poem, inspired by a few days in Cittagonng Hill Tracts, and the highlight of a field trip by boat, from Rangamati to visit farmers around Lake Kaptai.

 

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Sunny Day in Rangamati

 

Open umbrellas

Daily by boat

To markets, schools, homes

 

Bright umbrellas  

Gaily afloat

Back, forth, across Lake Kaptai

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Rangamati 2016

Who knows 2

This week’s poem inspired by contemplation that goes round and round and comes to all sorts of conclusions that keep changing and rotating back to earlier solutions and new ideas and falling over obstacles and finding solution which you don’t like after all and getting other ideas and so on and so on and so on.

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Who knows (2)

 

Did you all know

your direction from the start?

 

Am I the only one

still fumbling in the dark?

 

 

Dhaka 2016

Aleppo

This week’s poem inspired by an image from Aleppo, a very little boy, dirty and dry-eyed in an orange plastic ambulance seat. Perhaps you have seen it too?

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Aleppo

 

Many tears shed

For one boy who didn’t cry

When the gore and dust

Mixed to mud.

 

So much compassion

For one boy who didn’t die

Amongst the falling of bombs

And the blood.

 

Please stop the bombing

Careless death leave their sky.

Your turn to weep when

Babies tear ducts have run dry.

 

Dhaka 2016

Relocation

This week’s poem, a micropoem inspired by several coinciding and unusual situations; impending departure from Bangladesh, the changed situation and atmosphere in Dhaka, the speed of change in the streets of Gulshan, with houses pulled down, high-rises bursting up-wards, roads dug up, the reduction in freedom of movement. Somehow everything seems different.

Relocation

 

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Familiar streets are unrecognizable

and I haven’t even left yet.

 

Dhaka 2016