Pronoun Vllage Poem by tanvir ratul

I stole this diary in the very first instance
Killing the barcode, is another story

I wandered through roads by which
Flowing rivers dried up every time
Distant villages and farmers’ land away far
Mother of harvest breeding gem, water vow song
The season’s first phrase singing morning to dusk
Their paddy in their barn, leased pipe in the rust
As in heavens underneath stain enemy every year
Bare winter manic, care not the boss of relief
In someone else’s outfit
Tidy patrician tie, the color dark rain or cloud-mischief
And gods underneath, after long sheds of tear
Out of stomach the whirling vomit

Cross the mustard field, begets another vista, a land conceal
The golden paddy there, vile birds of curse will kill
And legion around the spoon of raw-greedy-lips
Changing demon to forte, their sexpot sips