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.
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.
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.)
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.
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, 2023Flash 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
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.
My Father
My father is my world.
He loves me, mother and my sister very much.
He is my father, friend and teacher.
If there is a mistake, he rules over
As well as there is a lot of love
Also teaching hidden between this rule.
Ali Sony is a student of grade 7 in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.
