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.

[G]

Very thought out expression of your empathy. Calling this a poem just doesn't do it justice. What could we call it--a requiem? Yes. A requiem.

[zainul]

It is a pleasant surprise for me.
I feel very blessed and grateful for the honor.
Thanks for the lovely review.

[Natasha]

Your use of imagery swells with intensity...perfectly.

[zainul]

Thank you Natasha for your kind review

[Alm]

I like the last two lines very much, I guess that's what it's supposed to do. I'm very drawn to it, especially the connection to lines 7-8 where it seems mothers/housewives would rather hide than be honorable. And then, suddenly there is this brave and fearless woman who gave up her life.

My speculation is that it was for her son, to allow him to live instead of giving his life. You paint a nice picture with your words, I can see the festivities happening, and the war from the day before it.

Just a few suggestions/reminders :) Remember to place a space after a comma,don't do this.

Please remember the space after a comma, it counts. And, I think that changing The to A on line thirteen would add more...impact? I guess. Just a suggestion.

It's a wonderful poem though :)

[zainul]

Thanks for your great review and nice suggestions.

[cynthiabuhainbaello]

This poem is beautiful and its description of the farmhouse and its surroundings bring a sense of tranquility with a bit of sadness. The poem's vivid words painted the scene in the reader's mental canvas and accented it quite brilliantly with the deep sadness, grief, and loss in the last few lines. A poetic masterpiece indeed!

[zainul]

Thanks for the wonderful review.
I am grateful to you for conceiving the condition of my mind which resulted this poem.
Best regards,
Zainul

[Renée]

I am at a loss for words..this piece is very special...loss, strength, endurance..life Thank you for sharing ...

[zainul]

Thanks for the very lovely compliments and great review.

[Renée]

well.. isn't this an interesting addition to communicating.. first time I have seen this - it was my pleasure ( :

[Laura Maidah]

The rhyme in the first couplet is near perfection. The inverted syntax in the last line first paragraph is a little awkward. The demon line is great. The housewife line grounds the entire thing for me. Elation is a great word; nice choice. Jubilance is a great touch. Dynamic and versatile vocab. Last couplet is even better than the first. Nice.My grade: A.

[Adam, the Grub Street L..]

I hadn't read this one as I am not the ruralist of people.

I was surprised to see what has happening in this poem certainly, not the happy, sleepy country scene...

...and yet, I feel there is a certain optimism in this piece. The poem starts with the fear disappeared, the bad times have past and it ends with the son putting the flowers on his mother's grave.

I love how in the last line the 'flowers' and 'weeping' are linked to the words 'fearless' and 'honour'. I think there is an overlooked strength and tenacity in flowers and definitely an honour in weeping for a loved one.

This served as a good reminder.

[BLACK PRINCE]

This is emotional.
It is well written.
I learn something from this.

[Chris]

Surviving carries a price tag that the living end up paying.