A Story from Syed Tabin Ahbab Once upon a time there was a different world where terrible animals and people lived together. But the animals were so bad .The animals killed people and destroyed their pets and crops. There were some animal hunters to protect people from them. They always protect people from these animals. The most famous hunters were Oad Robin and Sams. They did their work goodly .But people didn’t paid their salary because they thought Robin and Sams were maniac. So they’re so poor .They lived in a small hut. The richest man at that time was king Junior .He had a wonderful palace. But there was nobody in this Palace because the most dangerous animal the Lion Back Dragon attacked there every year. In his Palace, no more could enter than his daughter and a servant and some soldiers. So King Junior hired Robin and Sams. After a dangerous war they killed the Lion Back Dragon. The King paid them the money by which Oad Robin and Sams built a house .They lived there a happy life .
Poetry from Md. Nurujjaman
Poetry from Md. Nurujjaman A Bullock Cart I was walking down the street, Suddenly - I saw a bullock cart, Which was passing in front of me. Then I asked the bullock driver, "Can I get in your cart?" The Bullock driver replied, "Absolutely, get up." Then the bullock cart started moving with me- The cow goes in the direction The driver tells to go it. Nice, I like it very much. After some distance I got down, As well as - I politely bid them farewell.
Vignette from Farjan Mushfiqul Amin
A Funny Story Farjan Mushfiqul Amin There were two friends. One good and one bad. A bad friend would always write and pass on the sight of a good friend. This is how it went until Bhaiba. The bad friend said to the good friend, "You go in first and then tell me what they ask and what you answer.""Okay," said the good friend. Good friend went in first. The authorities first asked the question, "In what year did the Liberation War take place?" The good friend replied, "It was supposed to be in 1952, but it was in 1971." The authority asked the second question, "Tell a freedom fighter's name?" The good friend replied, "There are many, who shall I name?" The authority asked the third question, "Comment on the share market." "That's a matter of research," replied the good friend. This time the good friend came out. The authorities called the bad friend this time. The good friend said to the bad friend, “There is no time, just listen to the answers." In answer to the first question you will say, "It was supposed to be in 1952 but it happened in 1971." In answer to the second question, you will say, "There are many, who should I name?" In answer to the third question you say, "It is a matter of research." Now the bad friend went in. The first question the authority asked was, "What year were you born?" "Supposed to be in 1952, happened in 1971." replied the bad friend. The authority asked the second question, "What is your father's name?" The bad friend replied, "There are many, who should I name?" The authority asked the third question, "Are you crazy?" The bad friend replied, "That's a matter of research."
Poetry from Kaiser Mahmud
Natural beauty of Bangladesh Oh! Bangladesh I love you You are a very beautiful country Oh! Bangladesh I love you You are the country of natural beauty Oh! Bangladesh Your natural beauty pleased me You are my only place for peace Oh! Bangladesh You have many beautiful places Your trees of green leaf,blue sky,rivers,sea-beaches, forests,rural villages brought out your natural beauty Oh! Bangladesh There is no comparison to the rain of your hearing Your rain has also brought out your natural beauty Oh! Bangladesh People of whole country are alive looking at your natural beauty Oh! Bangladesh You are a country of extraordinary beauty in the whole world Oh! Bangladesh The whole world is witness to this natural beauty of yours
Poetry from Faroq Faisal
Dream- Untouched …,but in this life of error, ignorance, strife, unloved, unhappiness and injustice Where nothing is, but all things seem to be the same And we the shadows of the dream. When I touch myself, touch the shadow, But touch the shadow, I’m not touched.
Poetry from Mahbub Alam
The Increasing Price It's increasing the price of daily necessaries Increasing in our day to day life on everyday basis Burning the skies, burning the body We feel the result in the torturing hot weather No escape running from one place to another No step for saving the existence A long sigh - Oh God! God smiles on over head and surrounding the earth Mocks at the tricks ---played to the commoners Things are available in front or back Things are decorated to buy or cost Things are no way to touch and pass We are living in the world Where the other part is in the grip of hand But the things lie around us so far as too away to touch the sky flying bird The medicine kept out of reach to the children The price of daily necessary things is increasing in such and such In our day to day life on regular basis Why is the price of humanity waning on the other side? Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh 05
Poetry from Petro C.K.
Non-Quickening A crow alerts me to the end of the ultrasound that was even worse than mine The crib fills up with anything else an unnoticed smoke trail arcs into your room At the undertaker’s house with your powerful words never heard receding you can imagine being the only static patient that is not a good exit Forwarded to the water a morning walk through the woods the only path for you is somewhere in a book forgotten A Crack in the Screenshot according to the sea film replaced lore damaged literature rub in the darkness when the sun feels like a cataract the isolated war in my palm dies hang on to your eyes when you're not seen Bangananaramma At a moment stolen from the now seeded days the Tantric mantra called for elopement We will be visiting the temple of Helacharya a mandala of ganas fought for the first day of summer saying her name and name of her youth Inscriptions honor an inconvenience exorcised of a hostile commune of frogs deep in the closet A monastic performance of blackbird tendrils tracing the landscape unfettered as an occult gym teacher snaps the high wire of impromptu kite flyovers The evidence is silent to systematize the sacred