Fifteen years of urban dwelling,
And miles of walking along the concrete road,
City pavement and blistered feet,
Smog, fog and lung congestion.
The mind persists to travel back,
Through the rain soaked muddy lane.
The dance of green breeze
On paddy field,
And mother’s love blanketing
The child’s shivering heart.
The cosy corner still beckons,
By the hearth in the old house,
Under the dark wood apple tree,
Down the memory’s meandering lane.
——————– Dr. Fathema Begum
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