.Can’t occupy the same space at the same time
unless, of course, you land in Dhaka, rickshaws
.
five or six abreast. They are all here:
studded metal backboards ablaze with red flowers,
.
Dhaka Dust: A Portfolio by Saqif Hossain
Posts tagged:blue eyes
Robin Moger Translates Mohamed Al Maghout
The Dying of 1958 *
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Not men them flaming in the rose gardens
but cubs who roared for the last time
beneath the north rains.
They shouldered history
like fruit crates borne across the mire
through the filthy schools, the brothels of the south.
.
I know them.
I know chivalry
dignity
the precepts flowing
over the backseats of taxis.
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