The Green And Red Flag Poem by Farina Afrin Malik

Colorful,
The sky radiant with agony
burning a fragrant peach
with wisps of willowy clouds
the faint buzzing of people
distant humming of car engines
amongst the whispers of the fair few trees.
To some, exotic
others, non-existent
to me, it was home.
Vibrant,
behold life, in its wondrous simplicity
fields of green and tufts of yellow
with paddy fields and mustard seeds
and everywhere, water
more people, but of a different sort
This too, was home
Unforgettable,
among the various hues,
in every season
and the glows of humidity
the brownish-black eyes of billions
Shining
shining, with the dreams of a better future
Again, home.
But it had a name,
and a perfect one at that
Bangladesh,
but to me, it will always be
home.