Aug 13, 2020
‘Golden Mother’ by Mukul Hossine, Me Migrant
Mother, o mother, where are you? I’m not myself anymore, mother, come see how I live.
In the bottomless heat of this distant land, life burns towards its end. Come see where I am?
Uncountable pain, wails by the thousands, I weep alone mother. Nobody looks at me.
Tears from the corner of my eyes whenever I think of you but cannot reach you.
Wandering the blank desert, so tired, I can’t bear it, mother. Call me khoka, just once.
To hear the call from you like a swallow, I am waiting, o mother.
