Dream

Dream is a condition of mind
I really feel anxious when I miss to find
My family members expect that
I would be a doctor
But it is a major fact
If I become a teacher
It is the step of grandmaster
Everybody wants to know my dream
But I say, it is future stream.
Different people, different dreamer
Always moving with their fervor
Dream is not remaining on the bed,
It will be gained with farfetched
It needs to face the reality besides imaginative
Hence, it's going on the proceed.

Nurujjaman is a student of grade 9 in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj,
Bangladesh.

In the Evening

In the evening the sun sets in the west
The breath of the day
Left in the horizontal blue sky
Then the nature takes its new shape
The birds' chirping as it were
Bids the sun calling--- 
"Good bye", "Good bye", "Good bye" -----.

07 August, 2023

Monira Mahbub is a student of grade 6 in Nawabganj Government Girls' High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.

My Mother

My mother, whose love reaches near and far. 
With gentle hands and a heart so pure, 
She's the anchor that helps me endure.
In her embrace, I find endless grace,
 A comforting presence in every place. 
Her words, a soothing lullaby, In her love, 
I'll never say goodbye. 
Through every storm, she's been my shield, 
A rock, a fortress in every battlefield. 
Her sacrifices, a testament so strong, 
In her love, I forever belong. 
Her laughter, a melody, pure and bright, 
Guiding me through the darkest night. 
Her wisdom, a beacon, shining so clear, 
In her love, I find my purpose, my sphere. 
With every sunrise and each day's end, 
My mother, my confidant, my dearest friend. In her love, 
I've found life's greatest treasure, 
A bond unbreakable, a love without measure.

Tanvir Islam is a student of grade 9 in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.

A School 

In a classroom, we gather bright, 
Learning, growing, day and night. 
Teachers guide us, kind and cool, 
Unlocking wisdom's precious jewel. 
Books and pencils, friendships bloom, 
In this place, we chase our room. 
With lessons learned and memories made, 
School's the path where dreams cascade.

Wazed Abdullah is a student of grade 8 in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.

The Earth's Bond

The earth's electric bond like the bond of them
Once my friend uttered --
Electric waves flowing in her blood
"If you touch some more I'll die"
Rolling some more switched on the light
Happy the lives flowing over time
Mesmerizing the sound of the wind
From the east in the morning
On the coast of the sea
The mystery of the earth's existence woven the same
Rising and falling the current of the body.
 
Chapainawabganj,  Bangladesh
26 August, 2023


Fight

Where and how we became defeated 
How and where the war is conducted
We count the deaths and the wounded
People fight, people plight
People flee away from the ground
The children die, the mothers cry
Died by and for from both sides
The leaders laughing loud
Firing on the burning cloud
The oceans -the rivers blocked for a few
How should we explain what we see?
Where and how we glee?
In the reflective war
We all the suffers so far
One part of the world is fighting
The other part lay flat -the hungry painting. 
                                                                           
Chapainawabganj,  Bangladesh
26 August, 2023

Human life  
                                                                   
The past of human life is a memory, 
the future is a desire. 
Time is short, life - 
built in the course of the divided time.  

Sabrid Jahan Mahin is a student of grade 9 in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.

Bangabandhu

In a land where hope was draped in despair,
A voice emerged, bold and rare,
Bangabandhu, the harbinger of light,
Guiding his nation through the darkest night.

His words resonated with a fiery passion,
Igniting flames of freedom in every heart and emotion.
With his unwavering determination,
He fought for justice and liberation.

Through trials and tribulations, he stood tall,
A beacon of courage, inspiring us all.
Bangabandhu, the father of our land,
Led us towards prosperity, hand in hand.

He dreamed of a nation, free from chains,
Where equality and progress would reign.
He fought for the rights of the oppressed,
In his vision, humanity was blessed.

His conviction and sacrifices were profound,
As he built a nation on solid ground.
With love and unity, he bridged divides,
A symbol of strength, where hope resides.

We remember Bangabandhu, a true leader,
Whose legacy echoes, making us stronger.
His spirit guides us, even today,
To strive for a better world, come what may.

Let his words echo in each generation,
Inspiring us with unwavering dedication.
Bangabandhu, the hero of our land,
Forever cherished, we proudly stand.



Chapainawabganj

Chapainawabganj, a place where rivers flow 
A land of beauty, where stories grow.
With fertile fields and green landscapes wide,
This place fills my heart with joy and pride.

The Padma River gracefully winds its way,
Through the heart of this town, day by day.
Its gentle ripples and soothing sound,
Echo the charm of this sacred ground.

Golden paddy fields stretch far and wide,
Underneath the sun's warm and golden tide.
As farmers toil with sweat on their brow,
Nature's blessings surely doth endow.

The mango groves fill the air with sweet perfume,
As spring arrives, casting away all gloom.
Here, amidst orchards, nature's melody plays,
With birdsongs that brighten all our days.

Chapainawabganj, a tapestry divine,
With history etched in every ancient shrine.
The Rajbari's regal presence reminds,
Of the grandeur from a bygone time.

The people, hearty and kind, greet with a smile,
Their warmth and hospitality, never dial.
With folk songs and dances, their culture thrives,
A celebration of life, that forever survives.

In every corner, the tales of the past,
Whispered by ruins that have come to last.
They remind us of heritage, strong and true,
And our duty to preserve, for me and you.

Chapainawabganj, a land so dear,
Forever etched in memory, crystal clear.
May it prosper and flourish, as the years unfold,
A treasure trove of wonders, a beauty untold.

Don Bormon is a student of grade 8 in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.