Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
Every night—
As silence folds the city like an old newspaper
I imagine her—
Not merely a presence
But a ritual.
She does not knock
She does not speak
She leaves a single rose—
Not red, but yellow—
As if the sun itself needed
To be distilled
To be remembered
By someone who walks in metaphors
And wakes in unfinished sentences.
She leaves it each night
As Mercedes did for Gabriel García Márquez
As if reminding me:
Someone believes
In your right to rage gently
To demand fiercely
To write what others dare only whisper
Beneath broken regimes.
She does not ask
Why I return to the page
As others return to war
She knows—
That the blank paper is both battlefield and birth.
She understands—
The madness of shaping silence
Into syllables that might outlive
Even the bones of tyrants.
She is no muse of myth—
No echo
No shadow
She is witness
The quiet that does not demand but offers.
And the rose—
Placed not for beauty,
But for belief—
Is her pact with my chaos
A yellow anchor
In the ocean of doubt
Where all writers drown
Before they rise.
I do not write for her
Yet I cannot write without
The knowledge
That someone believes
My exile into thought
Has a return ticket
Named hope.
Somewhere—
Between the rose and the poem
Between her hand and my hunger
A revolution waits
In a single sentence.
And when the world forgets
To honor those
Who build nations from ideas
She will still remember
To leave the rose—
Not as reward
But as reason.
Biography: Emran Emon, born in 2000 in Feni, Bangladesh, is a prominent poet, writer, journalist, and columnist known for his insightful articles on national issues, youth affairs, and global topics. His literary and journalistic works have been featured in leading national and international media platforms, earning him recognition as a prominent young voice in South Asia. Emran Emon is engaged in intellectual pursuits, which have granted him the status of a young intellectual.
