Your eyes looked beyond us for distant Chittagong hills
Your skin wrinkled like the folds of those lush Chittagong hills
Fiery food alight with the heat from Chittagong hills
Ninety-one years of not losing Chittagong hills.
(Dia left us in June 2016. Today she would have turned 91. I believe that she is still looking for Chittagong whichever world she might be in.)
The last line is to be aspired for - 91 years of not losing - the not losing part.
ReplyDeletea whole life in these four lines, full of longing. lovely.
ReplyDeletethank you <3
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