Poems from Jarin Rezwana
To the girl who thought yesterday was today,
She lowered her gaze,
Her old ways haunting her.
She withdrew her hand,
Her presence in all...
They thought she was over him.
She knew she lost it:
Her mind, her dignity, their trust.
She wanted something, someone
Who she could not...
She was a simple Desi girl
Who was poked at for being
Innocent,
Shy,
And resilient.
They called her “the retarded Desi of the eighteenth...
My mother,
a true Caco women,
a wingless butterfly
who flew to New York without her skin.
She who once stood under a flaming red tree...
“It's budding"
“Are you kidding?”
“No. You are the father”
“Why even bother?”
“I won't say your name”
“Abortion. Pills. Anything that kills...