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by Shahed Sadullah

In a poster I write every day-man.
Then, with these people
when I wanted to cross a river,
a fish rose with a dive.

Some mud water had accumulated in the algae.
The fish was silent there.
Straw, dust-clouds were also frownless.

I took the people back and
wiped one by one with white-out.

The fish just said, inside the paper,
the lines that remain,
how do you delete those?

Now my room is just a pile of white papers. The pile is becoming so large like sky.