Poem By Barry Middleton
It was funny in my childhood to be missing.
Hardly anyone is there who is never lost
Hardly anyone is there who has never l come back.
Likewise playing such hide and seek game
We are grown.
Last year the school building was drifting away in the flood water
Crops over flown and destroyed because of whirlpool.
And the blood was shed abundantly in the huts
Recently a few girls were secretly sent to the occident
And suddenly a violent outbreak of cholera depopulated the villages.
Seeing the green leaf on the alluvium land
We are recognized ourselves and promise
There will be commissioned a festival
In the month of harvest