Dark afternoons



You’re in gloomy afternoons now, huddled in grey,

where everyone looks the same.

Rain doesn’t stop, rain doesn’t start,

when cold is the only color.



All identically hurrying now, on ice cobbled paths

towards a mythical spring.

Time doesn’t stop, time doesn’t start,

where grey is the only weather.


Dhaka 2015

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