My Country Poem by Mousumi Bhowmik

I thought, if I get back my country
I'll wipe out the finger-mark from the trigger
The nights that I've lost
Only to see the moon in free country
And spent in bending face.

There toxic light in the sky
Gradually in dejection and decay
I've given up that hope in vain.

I thought, if I get back my country
My spirited childhood will play in profound happiness
This free heart will take the pure breathe.

This wretched country
Feels hurt today
In search of the result of conflict.

In search of  peace of soothing mind for a little,

Yet, my mother, my country
Stretches her hand with two handfuls of rice.