By Santana Kay
PROMPT — No one noticed ...
Cheap perfumes and public buses,
people in and out of league;
crammed in their own little worlds,
wearing crestfallen faces and droopy eyes
One single road
so many of us.
Santana Kay studies philosophy at the University of Chittagong in Bangladesh. She romanticizes about melancholy and loneliness, with a touch of existentialism. Consequently, most of her works have morbid aestheticism planted in them.