Demon river.
______By Aranna Hasan Delwar.
How long have you not tasted hot rice?
At that time, the demonic river took away the roof above the head
Since then my nomadic life.
Sometimes hot sun, rain
Sometimes the gusty wind of Kalbaisakhi
Torn clothes falling in the winter fog
Try hard to block the cold air.
It is good to lie under the open sky and see the moon
But stomach hunger and body odor
Nothing lets me enjoy it.
I look forward to hot rice
I haven't smelled rice for a long time
Forgetting how rice tastes.
Did the river take my house?
With my beautiful beautiful love
Wife, seven months only child too
Taken away by the demonic river.
It's been a long time since I saw my wife's face
Hot rice and small fish chachchari in his hands
I still have that taste in my mouth.
©Aranna Hasan Delwar.
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