by Mohammad Shafiqul Islam
A dustbin,
passers-by iniquitous around
closing eyes, wrapping nose,
laments bearing oddments.
The dustbin
flusters in murky memories,
surfs instantly on earth
the rubbles of humans.
A mother
in red tiptoes, gets closer,
throws a bundle of rags pallid,
a toddler inside, dead as if alive.
The dustbin dies along…
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