Their Conversations And Monologues

Along the earthen pavement by the side of the lake Walks some absent minded souls; Some self absorbed, Some hand in hand with soulmates, Some, just aspiring poets to be, fascinated by Whatever the nature around them has to offer. As they walk, they talk To themselves or to each other. To their soft conversations listen The placid pool, The mute lamp posts, The deciduous trees and the fallen leaves. To comfort their tired legs and waist, Some empty benches wait eagerly. Even the birds on the trees stop their own songs And listen to these conversations and monologues. Dhaka 22 June 2018 Copyright Reserved Photo Credit: Ela Salahuddin