My best friend You are my best friend, You are very kind. You gave me joy, And peace of mind. You are my best friend, We play and share. You are very nice, True and fair. You are helper, And very nice. You are my friend. Abdullah Al Mamun is a student of grade 7 in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.
The Play of Politics Is politics only a play or game? A play between a snake and a weasel Or a tiger and a deer The ruling and the opposition party A continuous process over time and place A struggle for power and pelf In the name of democracy, the commoners cheated But who wins the race? Nature - set up with its own beauty and style We cannot but charm to look at the sight It is the twenty four hours round system On the other side What do we do for democracy? After a long line of death, a government takes place System built, system violated In this dire situation, so much blood shed The experiences we gather break the heart Time opens its gate for some Time takes some confined to bed Politics runs with the toes of tigers or lions Lambs and deer run so fast to escape. Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh 28 October, 2023 Flash Flood and Firing It was no rainfall last year here Too hot in the summer in this year than so many years last Nowadays it scarcely rains in the rainy season When it rains, rains days together As the meteor shower in the atmosphere at the clear night sky The warmth makes the body of the earth sometimes imbalanced It burns somewhere in the forest The animals turn into like the burning coal in the fireplace Again flash flood without any precaution Inundates the homes and the croplands for sudden rainfall Or melting the iceberg leaving hundreds and thousands of people In hunger, suffering from many diseases How can we protect the world from being destroyed day by day? Though so many meetings are called every year Is there any result? Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh 29 October, 2023
The Music In melodies of life, music's sweet embrace, The universal language, a boundless space. Notes weave stories, emotions they convey, In rhythm and rhyme, hearts find their own way. From symphonies grand to a songbird's sweet trill, Music's magic in silence, it can instill. With every chord played, a world comes alive, In eight simple lines, its power we derive. Wazed Abdullah is a student of grade 8 in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.
Hope in hopelessness Souls are craving to breath in air a little fresh. But the air is polluted By the smoke of injustice Unruliness, suppression and lie. How can we inhale The breeze of the morn and the eve? The wind is giving the smell of rotten things Then how can we breathe and how can we live? Illegal power, money and wealth Are killing humanity and human rights. The present world is experiencing silently the all. Musclemen are amassing wealth Depriving downtrodden, middleclass and the poor as well. And the right of the people crying in vain. But amidst this hopelessness there is a hope With great Shelley can’t we say ‘If winter comes can spring be far behind?’ Surely, surely the spring will come Demolishing injustice, deprivation and lie. (Manzar Alam from Bangladesh. By profession I am a college teacher.)
It's My Country My country is Bangladesh Filled with flowers and fruits With folk songs and cottage industries Green color and freshness Spread the green glow across the fields With its thousands of rivers and lakes This is my country-Bangladesh. 29 October, 2023 Monira Mahbub is a student of grade 6 in Nawabganj Government Girls' High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.
World Vivek Aklima Ankhi Morning is not good Even Noon and Night are the same. Who are chasing our goodness? Think,World Vivek knows it well! It is you who are the vigilant warden of it. Our voice echoes on the cosmological wall. See once — How is the present quaking by the past blankly? Then now scratch — Your conviction in the hands of the unborn. Aklima Ankhi, poet, storyteller and translator from Cox'sbazar, Bangladesh. Born in Mymensingh, Bangladesh. She has a published poetry named "Guptokothar Shobdochabi" written in Bangla.She is a post graduate in English Literature. As a profession she is a Lecturer in English.
The Last Resort of Love The sand laden winds, Lacerate wounds of the heart, The chain of breath snaps, How much indignant is the harsh wind. O! The last resort of love, Take me along to such a beach, Where I may wash mistiness of my heart, So that dust of the brutal city, May vanish from the mirror, And I should keep on running for a long time Towards a far off of land, to a green forest. So that I may get out Of clutches of the demolishing city, Trampling all memories and promises, Far away from the city splashed with The pollution of heart and mind. The wind beckons me Humming the song of peace and love, To put on my soul the silk of consolation. Aasma Tahir is a poetess from Lahore, Pakistan. She is a poetess of English and Urdu both. She has done Masters in English Literature. She is the member of World Nations Writers’ Union. Her writings have been published in several Anthologies and national and international literary magazines and websites. Recently her poetry book “A Lantern in the Forest” has been published. Her interview along with fifteen English poems have been selected in an Anthology “Postmodern Voices” published from India. As an internationally recognized poetess, she recently achieved membership of World Nation Writers’ Union, Kazakhistan and an award “Paragon of Hope” awarded by World Nations Writers’ Union. She was invited in World Peace Summit, Nigeria by World Institute for Peace to present her poetry. Her English poem “Woman of Art” has been selected in an Anthology of English Poetry ‘Emerging Horizons’ published from India. Moreover, her English poem “Blood Festival” has been selected in an Anthology ‘Jallianwala Bagh Poetic Tributes’ published from India. Her poems “Daemonic Tales”, “Breathing in Love” and “Imitation of Life” have been published in BHARATHVISION.INFO (online magazine, affiliated with ‘Motivational Strips’). Her acrostic poem “Romance” got the first position in Tunision Asian Poetry contest and received winner certificate. Moreover, her English poems “A New Moon of the Deep Chasm”, “Imitation of Life” and “The Lost File of Love” have been published by Sir Sajid Hussain in his book ‘A Bouquet of Triple Colours’. Furthermore, her several poems have been translated in Bangla language and published in the newspaper ‘The Daily Gour Bangla’.