I call – it’s the wrong day
I looked the wrong way
You’re not here, things disappear
Biscuit in hot water
.
I ring – it’s the wrong floor
I tried the wrong door
You’re not here, you’re nowhere near
Smoke up a chimney
.
I search – it’s the wrong track
There is no way back
You’re not here, the view’s unclear
Mist on moonlit water
.
I knock – it’s the wrong place
Just a blank face
You’re not here, black buds of fear
Soil falling on a coffin
.
Dhaka 2013