This week’s poem, inspired by a recent visit to Srimongol in the Sylhet region of Bangladesh. A part of the country surprisingly different from the delta areas.
Srimongol
We appear to have left Bangladesh;
ascending against rising hills,
ordered tea with lemon
and sugar
cane and rubber
plantations, gas fields
bubble into burning ponds,
hills, hills and looking back
the blink of endless paddies.
Shimongol, Bangladesh 2015
It must be a nice experience to get above the low lands and get a look Down to the paddy fields.
Very nice. Those nut cakes look good too 😉