Without a fluteMouths hanging openStanding drag me and hold me for I have no one leftdrag me and hold me for I have no one left I stepped into the s l i p p e r y stepsthe algae slithering byI was half in the wateras you dragged me behindShe was floating away in the Boishakhi b r e e z eShe was floating away in the Boishakhi b r e e z eYou held me back as the algae goaded me onI was four steps away from the pukur parYo