Her color is green.
She is a queen,
& her throne is green.
Her monsoon brings,
promises of green.
& give courage to Padma
to erase the lands,
to engulf a civilization in sallows!
i tramp in the bank of Mouri
i see a farmer
working in his field,
& longing for green.
Green is the color of her kind.
in the provatferi i walk bare footed
to show respect
to the people
who gave me freedom
freedom to speak
to shout or to scream
they made my culture supreme.
green is the color of revolution
& i realize her color is green.
In my lonely night
i wait for the flickering light
i gaze from my window
i gaze to the middow
in gentle morning light
the far i have seen,
is colored with with green!
Padma=a big river in bangldseh
Mouri= a small river
provatferi=a bare footed walk for showing respect to our martyr
This poem is a slaute to my country BANGLADESH
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