A Small Farm House Poem by MD SHAHADAT HOSSAIN

I have a small farmhouse so far away from the main land.
There is a road crossing by
Clouds are barking in the dark sky
It seems rain can come at any time.
I have completed my harvesting
I have gathered my grains into a pile
One small field there is none but me
Trees on the far roadside, smear shadows like dark
Surrounding area is painted on deep morning grey.
One small field there is none but me.
Who is this, steering close to the road and giving whistel?
I feel that I know him before
The car is so big, it's started to approach to me.
Again the clouds are roaring in the sky
I notice and feel that I have seen him before.
I ask him, ' Where he will go?
Come to the farmhouse and park your car there.
You can go where you want, and you can give those who you care to,
I have a request, please come here for a moment and take away my grains when you want to drive.
You can take as much as you can load to your car.
Is there more left? No, none, I have put it all to your car.
Then I request him, Now take me to your car.
He replied there is no place for you as it is so small in size.
After loading my grains the car is full
Across the rain- sky clouds start to and fro.
At the bare farmhouse, I stay alone
What's happened, the car took all but me.