This week’s poem, a micropoem inspired by several coinciding and unusual situations; impending departure from Bangladesh, the changed situation and atmosphere in Dhaka, the speed of change in the streets of Gulshan, with houses pulled down, high-rises bursting up-wards, roads dug up, the reduction in freedom of movement. Somehow everything seems different.
Relocation
Familiar streets are unrecognizable
and I haven’t even left yet.
Dhaka 2016
Rilla Dear, let us meet up before you leave. You have a date yet? Would next weekend do or too late? . Loads of love. Argentina
Dear Rilla, We wish you a happy and safe relocation. Hope to see you soon again in Asia or in Denmark 🙂 Warm regards from Cambodia