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Tom Berry Jul 2019
I was ready to love you in white trim
You found delight in embarrassing me.

You taught me that night—
I’m not him.
These pages I overwrite
with words I whip to curse you
like a purple gallinule
may you never soar.
Hakikur Rahman Mar 2021
The song of the open land
My green leafs’ song
At noon on the river bank
By the shepherd’s flute
Life becomes delighted.

Gallinule called in the morning
The kids are all playing
Farmers are chanting
To pick up newborn rice in the house.

On the bank of the pond
The village wife goes there
In the dawn of light
It is filled with aroma of grass.
Agrahayan is the Bengali month when cultivators' bring new paddy
to their homes.

— The End —