The Farmhouse

The Farmhouse is a poem about the situation of a farm community before,during and after the Liberation War of Bangladesh.

The farmhouse is lively in the serene December,
The music of the victory is humming everywhere.
The farmer feels no fatigue in arranging the festival,
Disappeared all troubles and blood freezing fear.

It was a very hard time just the other day,
The demons plundered the paddy of the farm.
Hundreds of the farmers’ sons lost their lives,
Housewives embraced death of honor to resist harm.

The farmhouse turned elated with joy once again,
Million names,blood and sweat are now events of the past.
Hills of golden paddy swelled up in the farmyard,
Jubilant butterflies and swans move around fast.

Farmer’s innocent son sits at the grave of his mother,

And weeps fearlessly placing fresh flowers in her honor.

Reviews

[TKBickel]

A short but intricate poem of the ugly survival and a lost ones grave shadowed by the beauty of the land absorbing the horror and simple flowers.

I can not write or review poems worth a darn. Everyone interprets them a little differently from each other but I know you use your words well to paint a picture.

I believe you want honor instead of honour.

[Daniel Sala]

Deep, you portray these pointless, wrong horrors so tactfully, beautiful in its understated yet explicit manner.

[zainul]

Dear Daniel,I feel extremely delighted by your heartfelt review.
This is really a priceless gift for me.

[Daniel Sala]

Thank you, friendship, goodwill and sincerity are priceless to me.

[zainul]

My pleasure,dear friend.

[Angi]

Oh, Zainul. This brought tears to my eyes. Seeing war come and go and what it does to the people. That farmer's son, he did me in.

[zainul]

Dear Angi,
I am very grateful to you for the compassion for our people who sacrificed in the great war.I will remember for ever that my friend ,Angi felt the sufferings so deeply.I specially adore your generous gesture about that farmer's son.
I am very glad that you stopped by to grace this piece.
Best regards,
Zainul

[Sami Khalil]

"The farmhouse turned elated with joy once again,
Million names,blood and sweat are now events of the past.
Hills of golden paddy swelled up in the farmyard,
Jubilant butterflies and swans move around fast."
The price we have to pay for freedom is high but so do the rewards. I love how you paint a picture of a farm but it is about the whole nation which is a great metaphor for it. The ending is sad but true for it happened in so many revolutions paid with blood and sweat...Excellent Zainul...:)
Going in my faves...:)

[zainul]

Dear Sami,
I can understand your feeling for the sacrifices and achievements of our people.You have perfectly pointed out that while painting the picture of a farm I have attempted to visualize the whole nation.
I adore your admiring review.
Thanks for stopping by.
This means a world to me.
Best regards,
Zainul

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. You understand perfectly. My pleasure . Any time...:)

[zainul]

Thanks for the great favor,dear friend :)

[zainul]

Oh,sweet friend.
I love your unparalleled dessert.
^^~^^ :)

[Sami Khalil]

The final dessert ( inside joke )
^^~^^ :)

[Prritiy]

a journey of life. it happens that life is circle even tragedy doesn't remain always on the face of earth, flowers of hope do bloom though human heart remembers pain too but still lives on.

liked the creation :)

[zainul]

I feel very pleased to read your admiring review.
Your lovely words always soothe my heart.

[Prritiy]

my pleasure :)

[zainul]

:)

[Prritiy]

:)

[Michael G.]

A sad historical journey through your eyes, is so educational to me and brings home to me so much happens around the world that the world hears about, but for some reason gets missed in the importance of everything else. It wasn't unimportant to those farmers. It was their defining moment and you told their story well, my friend.

[zainul]

Thank you, Michael for the comforting words.
In reality,most people of Bangladesh were farmers or their relatives back in 1971 when the turmoil began.The whole population was affected by the merciless invaders.You may consider this story as a representative picture of the situation.
I feel grateful to you for the insightful contribution.

[Michael G.]

That was a milestone year for me. I was entering the service that year for my country, hoping I wouldn't have to go to Vietnam, but ready to do so, if ordered. Thank you again, for helping to keep history from being forgotten.

[zainul]

This is really a great pleasure for me too.
I love to hear from your rich experience which you are sharing in many forms of your works.
I am also sure that younger people will be greatly enriched by your contributions from this site.

[Michael G.]

As I am sure we "all" are with your writing, my friend.

[zainul]

This is a real blessing for me,dear friend.

[anne p. murray- LadeeAn..]

Very passionate and written with such reverence. So many struggles trying to live off the land

[zainul]

Thank you Anne for stopping by to grace this piece with your admiring review.
This means a lot to me.

[anne p. murray- LadeeAnne]

You are certainly welcome. It was my pleasure

[zainul]

:)

[GunMetal]

I really like this. It sort of has the structure of a sonnet, but it feels freer. Your descriptions are exquisite. Nice work.

[zainul]

I am very happy that you reviewed so nicely.
Thanks a lot.

[Sugar Plum ♥]

Looks like a little short story, I liked it, specially the end!

[zainul]

Thank you Nina for the lovely review.
Sorry for coming back to your review after one day.

[Stabitha]

A subtle and hopeful description of the aftermath of a terrible war.

[zainul]

I love your kind words in your nice review.
Thanks a lot.

[Barbara Walker]

I love those last two lines. Though, I wish we never had need of another poem on this subject, it's a good write.

[zainul]

Thanks for the great review.