Today I start the regular posting of new poems. Hope you like this one inspired by the vast, flat and ever changing landscape of the delta that is Bangladesh …

Delta

At first I didn’t understand that flooding waters covered land

At first I thought an unmapped sea was stretching to eternity

Small boats were sailing, fishers fished,

and nets were thrown and water splashed

Along the road on either side I thought I saw a seas high tide

But monsoon waters ebb away and by that route an autumn day

The seas of water had withdrawn, a transformation undergone

the patched fields stretch horizon wide

with aisles and bunds to subdivide

The fertile soils now promise growth, receding waters made that oath

And as the summer months go by the waving rice spreads sky to sky

The harvest time is drawing near, reward for those who persevere

Long muddy hours farmer’s toil

their bare feet tread the fertile soil

Official maps simplicity can never  match reality