By Nusrat Jahan Esa
As I count the years,
something changes and I do notice that.
If I tell you about --
One to five,
I named my little doll ‘tuktuki’.
Six to ten,
red lipstick was my escape,
and I played with my friends and neighbours.
Eleven to fifteen,
Everything seemed beautiful.
butterflies, flowers, poetry, cats, and the ocean.
Sixteen to twenty,
I am drawn to memories now.
It’s habit to collect pieces of everything,
and paste them in my scrapbook.
It is a process of telling me that I am now older,
but my heart says something else.
Why do I still like butterflies?
and why does red make my heart beat faster?
I often write letters to myself.
It is indeed an art --
there are flowers stamped, poetry in cursive.
They cherish a piece of my childhood.
Reading my own letters,
feels like,
touching a different soul,
re-discovering the inner child.
I’m telling you --
Being twenty is also being a child at heart.
Nusrat Jahan Esa is a BA English Literature student at the University of Liberal Arts Bangladesh (ULAB). Writing Poetry is her way of expressing herself and embracing her inner child.
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