WORDPLAY: P

Perhaps I left my heart on that corner chair
Beneath the three women
as if pinted only for us to neglect
and to remain as fond memories washed
withing red walls and serenades.

Perhaps it was that smile,
that reveted me, grounded me;
Perhaps it was that henna you put on-
'the rising sun on your palm'
with my name etched slyly in a corner;
Or that slender stare you carried so precisely,
Yet never coming close.

Perhaps I carefully left my heart, somewhere there. 

Adnan M. S. Fakir teaches Economics at BRAC University. Outside he directs a documentary film series called "Finding Bangladesh," writes, takes photos, does social activism and travels a lot. He can be reached at adnanfakir@gmail.com.