POLYTHENE PROSE

Once I had written a poem

About the time I had got lost in the jungle

Every pebble was the same, every tree, every leaf

And I couldn't find a way out

So, I tore the poem into pieces and made a trail

I followed it back to you

I saved myself

But I lost the poem

I’ve never been able to write poetry anymore

Now the jungle’s got all the polythene

And all I’ve got left is prose

(An ode to "Bangla Kobita" and civilization, I guess)