Md Mehedi Hasan

(For Lutfa, Nayeem, and Aarong Herbal Hair Pack)

Spacious, shiny, new roads are built in my city to rent them for raw-markets

Come, let’s smoke a cigarette together on a dark veranda and count how many flats

We stopped talking earlier. Yet there was a chance that I’d run into you. There was a chance of seeing you on the Gollamari bridge buying vegetables.

Two flats facing each other He’s on the stairs, she’s at the door

Like my long dead father’s face

Based on a true story (‘...poets, as everybody knows,

Pass Hollywood over. It’s not the aliens but our neighbours,