PoetryThese sounds are childrenborn premature –Taratari taratari taratariSo rushed, so unexpected –they had to be given the same name. Here, just near the station,people push, like night does on day,as if it were natural,this way of moving,of dislocation,like prayer, a shove toward the unseen. Taratari taratari taratariHere it’s fuel,here these words are planetsmoving around the sun. Taratari taratari taratariAfter the train leavesthe sounds disappear,like we do,like junk must,after its short shiny life. Her debut poetry collection, Out of Syllabus: Poems (2019) was published by Speaking Tiger.

Source: Dhaka Tribune April 11, 2020 16:07 UTC