Country

I look at villages and
I see my mother
As a child.

I look at hills in these villages and
I see my love
As a child.

Waterfalls spring from the heart of these hills
I look, and I see
Each home that was left behind.

The river stretches beyond the waterfall
Watched over by a wooden bridge, longing
I look, and I see
Noakhali,
                 the bridge that did not bear, and
                 the God that did not yield.

____________________
Original poem in Bangla written by Alokeranjan Dasgupta