लघु कथा
Think, the city is your relative
since you are going to visit
Act like you are innocent
Don’t take red-meat
Mother knows
her son will be in the city of capital
She warns him to stay away from those
who’s got venom-teeth.
and find a grocery store near by.
Also, not to write poems-
people will have an ill outlook of you
And pay the dues of the King on time.
She warns more than once about the
toad-stools
not to walk on them
jowls will then swell up.
She asks to hold the left hand strong
with the right hand
when light goes down
And when I go back to the village
to join the club
for annual sports competition
I have to win the sixteen hundred meter race
She badly needs a silver plate.
Take your words back mom
In the city life,
your son is now blended
just as good as the Poets.
Translation: Razia Sultana
Ashraf Jewel, Dhaka, Bangladesh
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