Like migratory Siberian birds,
You flew many a thousand mile,
And settled in my orchards
To be with me for a while.
Over the mountains and seas
You flew for warmth and sunshine,
And I had plenty of these,
So for me, it was just fine.
Together we shared a nest,
And some moments of rest,
And some grains,
And some pains,
For months a few,
And then you flew,
Back to your homeland.
So here again, lonely I stand.
Dhaka
17 February 2015
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