That’s My Land

By Ro Anamul Hasan

Under the sky, it’s harmonious 
 Shining and melodious 
 Inherited from ancestors 
A wealthy habitat like the heaven 
That’s my land, I was born in.  

Forest, rivers, green gardens 
 Parks, paddy field and clement seasons 
Hot, cold and rain 
 Its naturalness, quite nonpareil 
That’s my land, I fled to escape from 

Cucumbers, cabbages and melons 
Along the shore, calabash and gourds 
 Beans and grapes on rack plenty 
 Vine twisted, colourful flowering plants 
So greenish like chlorophyl 
 That’s my land, I had to leave

  Flock of parrots migrate for foods 
 Sparrows make nests in corners of roofs 
 Hens, ducks and pigeons in ranches for poultry 
 Geese swimming in lagoons 
 Full of husbandry like breeding 
 That’s my land, I ancestrally belong

How beautiful my region is! 
 It is naturalistic and multicultural 
Its folks and ambiance call me a Rohingya 
I yearn it so much but it becomes an inferno now 
 It takes hundred years to rebuild lives like before 
I still lament my locality where I grew up 
Now, a silent void like graveyard 
 That’s my land, I miss so much.  

22-05-2019 
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