Memory

Memory

Saiful Islam

At the middle of day

You came to see near evergreen field

This is the everlasting of word

Evermore your word hears to air.

To day that scene is turned to new

 Moreover it will be same.

At middle of crops field you called me

To meet with a live memory

That was long poem for the past in the paddy field

There has many BagaJoga grass

I like to see with misty with the grass.

So you called me on the ground.

I found there a new picture

Which don’t lost my mind

Now I want to get those pictures

In the field of crops

And I go there again and again to see the picture of BagaJoga.

There is my doubt if I don’t get those

My be fall a bad way with my poems

More and more time I watched those pictures

To day those are stay.

If those are not found; my noxious-

 Rikkho

NICE