poet Imran Islam

Imran Islam

My Clime And I

How far am I left you!
How do I feel for you!
O my clime, I miss you!
My eyes find your greenness
over and over again;
O my 'Desh, I love you!

Your sweet morning and sunny noon
ah, your busy afternoon,
Picking red lotus off from the pond
and the water-game
in the salt river;
Listen to me, I miss all of those things!

Your early morning breeze
and the smell of flowers,
The Doel bird's songs
and the bloom kissing bees
with the rising sun;
Makes my heart cool the nature of these!

Your dusk touching villages
and your full moon nights
The heavenly scent of jasmines
and the fresh cold winds;
I want everything right now, I wanna get this!

Topic(s) of this poem: country

Poem Submitted: Monday, October 19, 2020

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  • Mahtab BangaleeMahtab Bangalee (10/19/2020 10:18:00 PM)

    beautiful poem penned about motherland; felt pleasure by reading

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