Dear___

Dear___

____By Aranna Hasan Delwar.

Dear, did you leave the city and go back to the village? How can you live in the village with so many memories in the heart of this city?

DU Hall, TSC, Neelkhet Suhrawardy Udyan, Doel Chatwar, Najira Bazar along the narrow lane on the banks of the Buriganga at the launch pad or by open boat.

How to forget everything to walk around?

I left it if not for me.

The smell of my saree, the smell of my hair, the gentle touch of my chest

I know you have forgotten them long ago.

Did you leave the city to forget my memory?

You said no, you don't need more than two or three minutes to forget me!

Why did you leave the city today?

In the heart of the chest, the blood still storms? Explode?

Is it time to walk on the cool ground of the village?

Don't remember the hard pitched roads of the city?

Do not remember my eyes from looking at the clear water of the river?

Seeing the blue sky of the village does not remind me of my chest?

There is no other kite in the sky of my chest except the kite named you.

You escaped, how can I survive?

Every day and night, the shadow of your memory moves in the atrium of the chest,

The heart bleeds from the stone of pain.

How is your love? Can not trust me?

How to burn the energy of disbelief in the heart of the chest?

How to burn and kill my innocent love?

You stay well in the softness of the village green.

If you ever want to fly, my sky is open for you.