Farewell Friend


A pebble drops, still ripples form,

slow spreading on deep water.

A light breeze blows, reflections change

and never quite resettle.


Though seasons ebb, fresh buds emerge

and opening, shape our living.

Future days will bear some trace

of fruit set in this season.



Dhaka 2014.

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