
16/09/2025
But I was no Kali.
I held back the storm.
And for that,
You burned me,
With stares, stares like daggers,
With silences, silences deeper than riverbeds,
With rickshaw rides.
Rides that felt like sacrificial rites.
But still, Dhaka,
I remain.
-Maliha Fairuz Mahi
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