The Rootless
When I draw near you,
the streets make grinding sounds
as if we’re on an alien planet
where we need huge machines to survive.
When I extend myself towards you,
the river emits queasy reek
as if I’m sailing through
a trench full of filth.
When I offer a drink to you,
cars with sinister hazy tails skid past
that there couldn’t be any
pedestrian eager to inhale the evening dew.
When I walk you home,
the pavement lacks the hiss of leaves
as if the loggers have settled
in our neighbourhood.
When I escort you to the doorstep,
hands of unfed urchins strangle my legs
as if I was the one who could
provide food to all of them.
When I touch your velvety cheek,
neighbours peep through their panes
as if they lost causes to fight over
with their spouses.
Copyright © Ekram Kabir | Year Posted 2021
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