You too had the fear of the Razakars, Pak soldiers
and of men of immoral character.
You used to hide your golden youth ev ery moment
like a cat hiding her new litter,
and call me near you , afraid of their chance arrival.
Your face, panic-stricken, had turned
suddenly towards me.
Fear's traces were
around your arms,
in your hair and nails,
upon you by any chanc e.
It was as if, having reached the dearest age ofmankind
your aging had halted in fear.
Then for those few days,
it was I who surrounded you as your only courage.
Ah, what freedom ! War, death,
or its oblivion-what clustersof lovely,
cherished experiences !
You were my lover as long as the war lasted.
Today, how bold you are,
howinordinately couragious !
Effortlesly you can traverse
hundreds of miles, thousands,
without any fear.
Your only fear now
is not of wars,
nor of those others,
but of my coming upon you by any chance.
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