I went to the woods
birds talked with music
their marriages
and a tree lacerated
its trunk, offered me seat
as I stood in a labyrinth.
The wind laughed the leaves
off the tree
till saliva poured free
some infant twigs.
While returning home
I took them along.
On the way they blossomed
hundred flowers…
sometime somewhere
some here some there.
by Irshad Salim
–from Sometime Somewhere, 1977
(The above poem is one of several written post-independence of East Pakistan in 1971, and formation of Bangladesh.)
