This week’s poem inspired both by memories and recent events, by observations and imagination.

Summer

This, summer of your spring time,
world opening oyster-like.
You, a perfect grain of sand.

Paths display before you,
a peacock train of lines and twirls
aching for your tread.

Limitless sky blue and
bold above you,
days that promise not to end.

Afternoons on green slopes,
lolling with beers, squinting at sunlight
and all those brilliant girls.

So much laughter,
so many friends
and every option open.

Free from academic obligations,
now it is your choice,
your own voice.

Intoxicating afternoons
with only the itch
of grass to irritate

and all the world stretched
green and tempting
at your impatient feet.

Dhaka 2015