Poetry
Daughter Of The Soil
I don't know where the Hudson river flows'
Haven't seen even.
I am the daughter of the soil ,.
Where the Padma ,Meghna flows.
Have seen the enormous water flows.
Seen the clouds spread shadows,
Over the filths.
Whilst the maiden collects water
Lost her own in her images.
The shepherd gives bath to the flocks,
Purifies the body and soul of his own.
The undaunted boys-
Jump and play in water with utmost joys
In the air that flows.
Have seen the daughter in the veils,
While the boat carries her from in –laws to parents,
As she contemplates under the hoods.
Looking at that
Another daughter lost her own
Longing for parents home.
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