Open Call , Poems -Tara Sattar



By Tara Sattar


The room still smells of the perfume phial that you broke.
The stenches of cigarettes still haunt the blanket.
As I sit in one corner of the four walls,
they all remind me of you.


I want to escape.
But I am a masochist.
You are like a hangover,
that keeps me running back to the bar,
where you drink,
and I dance.


I confront your indecent eyes,
Indulged in booze,
As you watch me move.
And my exposed skin.



Tara Sattar is a poet and blogger based in Dhaka, Bangladesh. Other than poems, she writes about social issues like rape, violence, education, and other issues. Her focus is on the development of women’s place in the world. She’s a reader and a fashion aficionado. Someday, she wishes to publish her novel.


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