When he told me to give happiness
Then I wanted-
Please, give me pain;
Make a fuss
hard as like as Sidr.
Like as an uprooted tree
with the cry of landless loneliness.
Give me sorrow;
Like as fluffy mud
in the emptiness of cultivated land-
Primitive tale which is filled with
glaireous wild smell.
Feeling happiness is meaningless game ;
Retouch of past Rafkhata.
Presented cagey happiness is blanket wrap of mourning-
So which you will give me later
Or else I wanted it before.
Aklima Ankhi, poet, storyteller and translator from Cox's Bazar, Bangladesh. Born in Mymensingh, Bangladesh. She has a published poetry named "Guptokothar Shobdochabi" written in Bangla.She is a post graduate in English Literature. As a profession she is a Lecturer in English.