Bankra,

is a small village i often dream about.

in my dream i see

it has many ponds of fishes and natural pools to swim,

both termed "pukur".

It reminds me of childhood friends and so many well-wishers

and playmates.

on a shabe-barat night

it shows me image shimmering on the water of  "pukur";

of a mosque lit with thousand lamp lights.

road side bazaars of fish, vegetable and household things'