Come, let us escape

M Shahadat Hossain

 

Come, let us escape

From all the prying eyes

From all the gossip

From all the pain…

 

Just a drive

Let the rain wash away

The gloom 

The ugliness

 

Come, let us escape

Let it pour

Let me feed upon your scent and essence

Your hand upon mine…

 

Silent all the while

Stop at some roadside tea stall

Sip on sweet spiced tea

Watch the sky cry.

 

Let the laughter

And merriment of Children

Playing in a muddy field

Be our music.

 

Let it pour

Come, let us escape.