Kabir Ahmed Chowdhury : "The leaves sway on the path, always a signal/ In green boundaries, my paddy field thrives with prosperity/ Rustling in the wind, dancing with the breeze/ Fluttering and settling, birds rest beyond the field/ The farmer's wedding, her yellow saree worth millions/ Golden hides the winter's traces, a million threads of frost/ In anticipation of her betrothed from foreign lands, morning a