Uncle Tree
A shrimp pond ahead. Then a carpeted road.
By the roadside mango-jamun-sal
and coconut trees in line
All these trees, a long time ago, our old grandpa planted
He talks to trees as his offspring. 'Father,' softly they call him.
'Uncle,' so I call them whenever I see a chance.
Copyright © Ferdous Mahmud | Year Posted 2019
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