Pull of the soil

Pull of the soil

This was the day
Paddy fields in torrential rain, we are eleven or twelve !
Kneeing makes me cry, I am chasing the ball.
Where is the sound of pe pipo in the kite?

The Bamboo's bamboo's kunchi is cut and 
The firecrackers are fruitful in the sound of
neighborhood  sleep knocked down-
Jumping into the mogdal of the tree by the pond.
Forgive the readings in Marble's talk talk words.

In the corner of the neighborhood ,
we are morning or afternoon.
uncle-aunt , grandmother's dawn comes on footsteps.

Even today 
 I come to the soil again and again in that greed.
Everything is same as before 
I am date expiry

Written by
M.M. Aminur Rahman
Date-25-05-2021