The Gray Coat Poem by Rokon Uddin

I cannot forget the day
You and I went shopping.
Astonishing me you chose
The coat coloured gray.
To gratify my eyes full of questions,
With a great sigh, you replied
'I here feel
My sister's touch,
Her sorrows and griefs,
Her day long struggle
Only to live a life.


This spring, I am here
Where you have been brought up.
I see your machine sisters
Who have no idea of midday
Who live only a life
Who have no country
Who possess only a corner in slum
Who have no tomorrow
And seen no spring.


I now understand
The coat you bought
Not only a coat
Not only gray in colour
But an epic
Of thousands of gray lives
Of your ever wretched Bengal sisters.