The earth is the Lord’s,
though we’ve borrowed it –
like younger siblings
carelessly taking
this and that,
returning broken
wonders,
hoping
He won’t notice
the shrunken forests
and the once Yellow River,
the exhausted air,
the blood-stained livestock,
and our unmistakable signature
over what was once
Bangladesh.
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