Chachair, The Green Village Poem by Mahmoodul Haque Sayed

In this bustling city when
I lie down on my bed often
I feel someone is calling me

I know who's calling me
I know her very well
I know her main road

I know her by-roads
I know her every house
I know her every thicket

name of her birds
name of her ponds
name of her fishes

name of her trees
name of her flowers
name of her greenfields

I know the boat-house
I know the boating-ways
and the large, blue-sky of hers

name of my boyhood
name of my adolscence
Chachair the green village