The day withered by

And the air is still tinged with what happened yesterday;

We try to disregard, neglect, and forget;

Yet, we remember everything:

Whose words hit the bullseye,

Who took the bait,

Who grappled and locked horns?

The day withers by

And the mind is still preoccupied;

What shouldn’t matter holds a candle;

The light deepens the memories

That made yesterday a demon’s pothole,

A disintegration of a smile,

A repetition of today.

~Raisa Anan Mustakin 

Bangladesh