Short Paddy Field Poems

waters of Spring

in the paddy field-

green shoots in my heart...

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Pea green paddy field
Plays with damp emerald fogs
Hopes kiss of dawn sun 


©Mahtab Bangalee
-January 28, 2023...

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waters of Spring

in the paddy field-

green shoots in my heart


NOTE-HI-KU is any English language variation on the Japanese haiku...

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Rice seedlings in hand, I transplant rice in the paddy field,
And as I lower my head I see the sky that water does yield.
For a good harvest, the roots must be kept pure and clean,
Moving forward is what stepping back does really mean.
(tran.)...

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In the wall-less room
I dream golden paddy field
Flying as the child kite

From the rain mountain
I drink natural water
Calmness comes in heart

Embroidered the sky
Fearless blue instead of death
Calling dream to life



05.04.2020 (Chattogram City)...

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When I saw them burning my paddy field,
I pleaded - DON'T!

When I saw them burning my house,
I pleaded - DON'T!

When they swang my baby into the the blaze;
I begged them - DON't!

Then they gangraped my pregnant wife, 
Suffocating one inside,

I cried - DON'T!

Now they turned to me 
To make me a ghost....

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She has finally come with snowy sister.                                   Month of showy harvest too                                                          I followed my dad like a little lamb                                             To see the pregnant paddy field                                             
 Who is ready to yield...

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When I see my old lover
the grasshoppers on her cheeks 
were unseen.


Her eyes became the 
tomb of lost dreams.

Her stomach was like a
paddy field after the harvest

Her heart was like a
panting balloon.

Her body was like a 
over ripe banana fruit.

When I see my old lover
the saffron sky on her face
had vanished.
And it has spread on 
the cheeks of her 
daughter....

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on doorsill I’m in
waiting breath,
waiting sight,
waiting sigh

they've gone at wink
wink-less day-
reminds it, 
draws silhouette

album of souvenir
brings the pages of-
the withered paddy field,
the yellow fallen maple leaves,
dried up tears

skeleton of Phantom IV
crawling outside
cockroach flies away
the ant go away line by line
sun is already setting down
there is no more horizon 
on doorsill I’m alone


-January 31,  2019 Chattogram...

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Loneliness is lost ------
to see or touch the swing of the paddy 
sheaf in the green paddy field at noon,
Or,
when the rain and the sun meet, 
the rainbow is visible from the balcony ;
Or
when sitting in front of the window
the fallen story seems alive .

Loneliness is lost ------
In the afternoon see the dynamic view 
of the dried leaves on the pond ,
Or,
when the twinkling lights of the stars
light up in the darkness of night ,

Because they are all your silent partner....

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