A crowded train
Full of men women hawkers
All the twelve kinds of passengers
The girl holding an ear of paddy
In her hand is almost seventeen
All the eyes watch her curiously
But it matters a little
Most probably
She is from northern Bangladesh
Where none to live with her
Probaly her journey is towards 2021
And Dhaka is her immediate destination
Where also none to welcome her
Yet she has made up her mind
To drown her open and secret boats
In the dirty water of the Buriganges.
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