Water Script
AKM Abdullah
From my father’s eyes; dreams float away. and mother sitting on the embankment ; pick up the pebbles of time – from the water winnowing fan. We down the knee – and keep on the water ceiling,the broken family.
Some people drawn our faces on the wall of silent water. After that, the show list full in theirs pocket. And with the laughing – they opened the door of night …
And, we become products from human.
28/08/2013
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