Unavoidable Fate
You remain awake with antique thirst of Sindh
River as you are like ancient inscription of Indus Civilization.You stay up like Harappa or Mohenjo-daro with the ruin of drought and flood.
Hold the evergreen Banga land by the affinity of Prowess Burg Civilization.
Sail the Sampan of Bay of Bangle on the Abysmal eyes Like river.
The water of amazed Brahmaputra increases Thirst by the harvest of Sindh's semen wants to Make an orchard with jubilant Catkin on her River basin.
Elegiac flute of yellow leaves from the forest of Banga land for the destructive civilization by The rodent devours of nature as her falling in Drops is like as her unavoidable fate.
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.
GROWING UP
You will recognize yourself
In one poem
Verse..Words...
Unfinished story
But not the eyes or hands
Only the soul
In a hidden area
You will feel scared
In the labyrinth of desires
Where
You think salvation is
Seeing no way
You're wandering
You're looking
You grow up...
Slavica Pejović is a B.Sc. Political scientist, diplomat, writer, poet, editor-in-chief of the magazine for culture and science "Majdan". She wrote three documentary books on the history of librarianship, 13 independent collections of poetry and two joint collections. Winner of numerous awards and recognitions in Serbia, Tunisia, Romania, Italy... Her poetry has been translated into many languages: Hungarian, German, Italian, Arabic, Macedonian, Russian, Bulgarian,... French, Spanish. .. She is a member of the Association of Writers of Serbia. She lives in the city of Požarevac in the Republic of Serbia.
The Wind
Wind is a part of earth.
It is so important for us.
It flows over the world.
It's a great gift from the god.
When it flows over the field
It blows my mind.
When it blows over the paddy field
And the plants blow in the wind
It gives a great pleasure in my mind.
When it blows over the field,
The farmers start singing in his own mind.
When the kites fly in the wind.
It makes happy my mind.
When the birds fly in the wind
I want to fly like them.
When the clouds fly in the wind.
It makes happy my mind.
When it blows over the field
I want to blow like it.
And want to explore the world.
Don Bormon is a student of grade 8 in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.
Rainlessness
The earth has already been covered with rainlessness
Like the brick burning fire - the world is getting hotter
The intense black clouds rising in the sky with a great hope of joy
It's likely just getting started to pour but in vain lost in a moment
Clear all-the bright sunlight heating land, leaves, crops, waters and the body of us
Experience is so bad-like the depressed people in the slum
Suffering from all their rights- deprivation played by nature
Natural peace how far it is
Do we count it from our inner and from outer?
The rainless tendencies prevail all over
Natural weather has been withered with the ideals of humanity
No love, no peace of mind, boiling and firing the wind
Inundating the resides, firing the forest by the waters and land
Nature is the best justice - signed on every inch we run
The scattered old torn leaves the every single part we believe
In epidemic, the rainlessness - never ever thought.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
26 July, 2023
The Beat of Love
Mind travels, mind rests
Mind sleeps, mind dreams
The raindrop falls on the leaves
The birds take bath flapping the feathers
We dance on the deck reflecting the waves of the ocean
The sun beams on all the evening
Soon after the world covered with the sheet of darkness
The glowing bird flies on the eyes
My lips play on your lips embracing
And a sky stars glitter on smiling over face
Stirs the cells, the blood the shinning laugh
Always runs through the soft weather
The wind is filled with breathing, the heart's beat of love.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
27 July, 2023
MY FATHER
(This has been dedicated to my loving dad RAMJAN ALI)
Father, you're my guiding light,
An example of love shining bright.
In tough times, you lend a hand,
Teacher, mentor, a steady stand.
Your laughter, wisdom, a melody sweet,
A father's love, forever complete.
Dad, I love you, always near,
With a heart full of love, forever dear.
MY MOTHER
(This has been dedicated to my mom JANNAT ARA)
In mother's lap, safe and sound,
A strongest love, that knows no bound.
Her gentle words, like melodies,
Bring comfort, joy, and sweetest ease.
Through highs and lows, she's always there,
A constant love, beyond compare.
In her embrace, I find my worth,
A mother's love, the dearest on Earth.
Forever grateful, my heart does say,
Thank you, Mom, for lighting my way.
I will be grateful of you forever "AMMU".
Wazed Abdullah is a student of grade 8 in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.
Love In Your Eyes
When I am looking into your eyes,
I see all the love you have for me.
I see in your eyes you care for me a lot.
I see your love for me is true,
And you will do whatever it takes to have me in your life.
When I am looking into your eyes,
I see your love for me is unconditional.
Your eyes tell me you will never leave me.
You will always stay by my side
To protect and cherish me.
When I am looking into your eyes,
I see with you everything is possible.
I see in your eyes your love for me is everlasting.
Your eyes tell me you really, really love me
Tanvir Islam is a student of grade 9 in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.
My Dear Grief
Will I ever meet with you in physical human flesh?
I am willing to learn about your culture and share
my tobacco with glasses of wine with more regrets
I might start to understand why am I cast down.
Should I sell my unsteady dreams & distance myself
I try to forget about my struggles of being noisily calm
On some sunrises, my nightly tears carve into my cheeks
If just a dream, where we'll come back and laugh ‘till we
