That Virgin Girl

That young virgin girl
With her budding breasts
Came to me running
When I was enjoying
beauty of pregnant crops.

She embraced me
And said,
I shall follow you
When you harvest crops.

Its now a harvest season
I am in my cropland
I look around her
Harvest season is going to over
I could not harvest
Because she was not
with me.

by Ershad Mazumder

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