I get a smell of flowers she flowers is my village she-flower is my gown my small village

you do not know never know it looks like standing in a dense bamboo bridge and looking at the black water you did not see the dew did not look at the fog, did not look at the flowers you have seen rice husk on the television. kestrel are seen in the photo book do not see the drops of dried date palm not seen in the pond the fish's jump scene you do not know how it look's to look upstream and how does it feel to run behind a bird rolling it in the afternoon at noon? I know,-I did not know the matter has gone past because now I am engaging in the city hard concrete under my feet the light of the eyes the groans of the truck to muff around how many days did I not see the moon like you do the moon rise in the city? I did not see the fog on the milk side I could not see the Padma the white could of catkin how many days did I not see the paddy straw like a bunch of stars? but when I walk in the afternoon read books go to sleep thinking of the dream of the goddess I get a smell of flowers she flowers is my village she-flower is my gown my small village