A poem written as reaction to the film „Not a hero“ by Rima Das
houses transform into trees
big streets to forest roads
a boy is sent to the village
suddenly
the only highway around, is the ant trail on top of the trunk
“he can’t even read assamese“
say the children at school
your parents left the language behind
forgot the words in the village
as they moved to the city
when you look closely at the words
their shapes transform into their meaning
.
গছ is a tree
ঘোঁৰা is a horse
বন্ধু is a friend
.
it all makes sense:
“sometimes I talk to the trees”
says the girl
“sometimes I talk to myself”
says the boy
don’t be afraid to cry boy
nature does it all the time
the trees need the water
there are no heroes left in the world
just us
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