Sabrina Saba Marsha's poem - When The Monsoon Whispers Home

 

Monon Mukur Selected Poem

When The Monsoon Whispers Home

Sabrina Saba Marsha

On a lazy monsoon afternoon in Aashar,

I long to return home - 

The sky dozes, soft as spun cotton,

And a few leaves fall - 

wordless, wounded in silent pride.

Dust gathers on the window grill,

A fistful of sunlight settles quietly

inside my heart,

While in the corner of an old cupboard

my growing childhood hides.

When all the world’s silence

reaches its end,

I wish to walk barefoot

back to that little village.

On a lazy monsoon afternoon in Aashar,

I long to return home.

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