no one grieved
is really lost
any life touched
remains
i’ll never not cry & still
remember we exist simultaneous
without division living & dead
somewhere in a row at banani koborstan
marked by a jackfruit tree dadi waits
on my return i can always go
home she’s still
in white mourning somewhere
i am crying while sometimes i am
not because my hands & heart are
record of her
no one can ever say she’s not
here not with me i
wipe each tear brush my cheek
her touch tender i hold
dariyalla dada’s hand & somehow
cross generation both
her legacy
& his sister
Tina Zafreen Alam is a diasporic Bangladeshi poet who does not believe in space, time, or borders. She is calling on you to commit your heart, body, and soul to fighting for the liberation of Palestine and of all oppressed people around the globe. We owe it to ourselves, and to one another. Revolution until complete liberation for all of us, all together.
