With three unmarried daughters and a son
dowry-promising soil washed away by the river -
I wonder what will become of the family by the river.
With three young daughters and a son,
floods having taken most of their property -
I see red eyed recognition of approaching poverty.
With three growing daughters and a son,
rice growing soil washed away by flood -
dry-eyed calculations of crops in square-meters of mud.
With three daughters and a birthright son,
family graves washed out to sea -
with that record gone, what place in history?
Barisal, Bangladesh 2015