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Dirty Dream

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By Bijan MondalPublished 10 months ago 1 min read
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Dirty Dream
Photo by Catherine Kay Greenup on Unsplash


They are back.

Standing under the dead jam tree

They were forced to return.

And may not come any day!

Their well-known mango-jackfruit garden,

He is dead today.

The banyan tree at the pond ghat is also very sad.


There was a storm that afternoon.

Black clouds across the sky

Tandav saw a group of birds.

They were flying in groups again and again.

Hear the sound of the wind

And the torrential rain,

Forests made me happy.

A fox came out of the hole

The astronomer was running like crazy.

Cut the rope and herd the cows

He screamed and ran towards the house.


In the stream of water in the dead canal

How many pieces of straw floated away.

A rat munching away

trying to climb up,

But he failed due to the pull of water.

Clinging to the branch of acacia tree

Two or three coiled snakes;

Under the old leaves of trees

Guti shot and sat in a corner.


Only sadness since this morning.

Worried farmers ran to the field;

Someone's paddy or someone's piece of ginger,

Everything is messed up.

There is no smile on anyone's face.

In the rain all night

Their dreams are tarnished,

What survived the pandemic.

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