They Killed My Dream Poem by Madhabi Banerjee

Theykilledmy dream
Madhabibanerjee

Theykilledmy dream
One early morning
A dreamknocked on my door
And l saw that my childhoodfriend Binapanihad come from Begharia
Wearingher best frock with pocket
She had bought for me a bowl full of mixed TOPA KUL as a gift.
I said ‘very good, do you mix some pickle in it? It is very tasty.'
I woke up to find, no one in the house'
I touched my bowland found it was still fresh
And my lips still sticky with the sweet andsour'TOPA KUL'
IT was a dream no doubt.
It was heard that they cut the tree of that topa kul.
A sky crapper building will be there