An Evening Of April Poem by Kazi Ahmed

That was an evening of April
Gentle cool wind was blowing
We landed at Toronto Pearson
With lots of hope and aspiration
To us it was all big …
The people, roads and buildings
Little uncanny feeling…
Little tensed…what next?
At last we reached our place
The sun was then already set
Tired of the long journey we went to bed
On the morning it was a new look
From a place of huge noise
It was painful to accept such quiet
We were set to accept all new things
Culture, community and social standing
‘How beautiful my country is….’
I heard to say my little kid
Then I thought I have done one thing right
In my entire life!