In a Day of Winter

Winter is a season of cold and mist
This time dew shines on the leaves
It shows a lot of beauty of nature
In a day of winter,
I was walking on the street, I saw
The trees were dry
The leaves left the trees, I think
The leaves did not want live with the trees
The sun rays hide back of the dew
It wants to reach on the earth, I think
If I could be the sun rays!
I would come on the earth
To make happy the trees
To remove the dew and mist and make clear the sky. 



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

The land of Bangladesh


In the land of Bangladesh, 
Where the monsoons bring life and breath, 
The people thrive with an unyielding zest, 
And their spirit shines through every test. 
From the mangrove forests of the Sundarbans, 
To the tea plantations of Srimangal, 
Every inch of this country bears witness, 
To a beauty that's beyond measure or scale. 
With a rich history and vibrant culture, 
Bangladesh's story is one of grit and nurture, 
Where heroes and legends stand tall, 
Their stories echoing through every hall. 
The red and green flag waves high, 
A symbol of pride and unity in the sky, 
For a nation that stands strong and bold, 
Defying all odds with a heart of gold. 
So here's to Bangladesh, 
A land of wonders and endless zest,
May her people always find their way, 
And her glory shine bright every day.

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

Bangabandhu, The Hero of Bangla

Bangabandhu, you are the hero
Not only in a movie or a drama
You are the hero 
Of the whole Bangla

You are the icon of truth
Have shown your patriotism in every root
You are the icon of brave
Having no fear of falling to the cave

You are the poet of independence
Opening the eyes of every Bengalis lens

You are the icon of motivation
Never stopped in any severe situation
Fighting in faith 
Salute to them for the country who are dead

You are the icon of love 
Remaining in every Bengalis heart

You are the icon of true sole
Hats off to you, to your role.

Robiul Awal Esa is a 1st year student of Diploma in Nursing Science & Midwifery Course in  Government Nursing Institue, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh. 

BLUE

I'm not going down the river
Nor do I look at your window crouched down
Between the red bricks,
I no longer call out in the dead of night
Fearing that nothing would be heard from There.

I'm not going anywhere from this room
From this song, from the last walk.
Can I be where I was
Even though it's not anymore?!
(But I was only with You
There where I am not...)

It scares me that I will forget your voice!
How does one start to forget?!
First, one wrinkle is corrected,
Then another,
The laughter dies down,
All the moles on the neck and hands fade,
You start to dream silently
And that face is getting farther and foggier,
Like a river and air
From last night
Blue.

I'm not going anywhere outside these walls
And I should go somewhere else,
Lean on random shoulders
In passing and untangle from the hair, with long fingers,

An intricate poem.



Az Emina Krehić was born on October 14, 1992 in Metković, Republic of Croatia.
Winner of several international awards for poetry, including:
Award of university professors in Trieste, 2019.,
„Mak Dizdar“ award, 2020.
Award of the Publishing Foundation of the Federation of Bosnia and Herzegovina, 2021.
„Fra Martin Nedić“ Award, 2022.

She is represented in several international anthologies of poetry.

The Earth

There is a hunger for power – there is a lust for power. 

There is human waste here – there is the cry of destruction of dreams. 

The Love-Rose

Give me a rose
I will give you all my force
I know you are the strength of my heart
The blue lagoon and the azure sky
The seagulls beautifully make the link
Matching the environment of the sea and the heaven
I know you remain always by me 
Like the seagulls 
Who does not like to fly over?
Or float on the waters?
Years after years throughout the long future round
The generation must read the way in the twinkling stars 
And can dive deep into the water of the scented rose.

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
10 March, 2023



Living in a Circle

I'm wandering in a circle
It's my globe, a globe - like circle
My neighbour came out and asked me
"How are you going, dear?"
I replied with a long sigh
"This is my world getting smaller day by day
Filled with dust from every side of the space
Evoking the past on the spot by the way
I like to think, wander and play
I like to sing, write and recite
Though nothing is certain for performing well
I like to do some more
Being loved wandering in this circle."

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
10 March, 2023