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Tag: Nan

The Colour Green

The Colour Green

Bangladesh, Sylhet, Kuru Gao is its name
Or Nanny’s Bari (village) as we all grew to claim
That’s where my mind heads at the mention of green
A place of fond memories, cacophony, serene Continue reading The Colour Green

Posted on February 3, 2014August 12, 2018Categories PoetryTags Bangladesh, childhood, family, food, fun, memories, Nan, Nanny, positive experiences, Sylhet, village5 Comments on The Colour Green
It’s Cold Outside

It’s Cold Outside

It’s cold outside I tell my Nan
As she buttons up her coat
Continue reading It’s Cold Outside

Posted on December 4, 2013May 12, 2018Categories PoetryTags Bangladesh, Nan, winter2 Comments on It’s Cold Outside
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