An Outlander Poem by Ershad Mazumder

Have you forgotten that ripe red summer mangoes
Have you forgotten sounds of fallen straw berry
Have you forgotten that embroidered quilt of your grandma
Have you turned oblivious of that crop field.

How could you forget the land belong to you
How could you forget the red flower
Golden crops of happiness
Butterflies locked up in union

Have you not watched
Wild game of pregnant shole
For the first rain.
Alas! how could you forget of your life?