Cock-Crow breeze was creamed
With the melody of cithara
Chant of her anklets introduced life
To the seashore
I was noting the sea waves
And her crying;
Then I thought I would fall in love instead.
She just fled from her marriage bed
I assumed watching her untied hair
And two red bare feet
To prove myself sagacious
I talked about the Rohingya issue
And about the politics of politics-free campus
"Sea's sorrow
I'm moving to the mountain."
She muttered.
Do you have a name?
"Somudrolata."
The writer is a student of English department, Khulna University
