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Shofi Ahmed Mar 2022
Laced with ribbons of moonlight
Bangladesh a touched dream at first light.
Land of my father, my mother
sweeter than nectar.
Purer than the driven snow
brighter than raw gold.
Gazing stars’ bumped up bottom
down the untouched moon.

Men and the six seasons
living in one loving fold
our one fertile sweet home!
O Allah rank our martyrs our heroes
up high in paradise in bloom
brought Bangladesh freedom abloom!

Punters cumulus clouds fly
eyes on the sky blue  
on a spur hanging low tune into wild coo.
Picture independent Bangladesh
step in on the morning rug
rolls out outside the sun
walk through, the moon is inside!
Bask in, take your time
when the twilight adds a shadow
the beauty spot on your broad daylight
escape to more serendipitous discovery.
Eye on the stars or tuberoses on the ground
our free land is inspiring, beautiful even in the dark.

Laughs free from a tulip glass  
across the land, air and the water
upon the reed flute stirred river
flowing downstream to the hilt
from a deep-delved foundation out of reach
her raised high flag flies
over the pivotal banyan trees.

Every flap of our ‘the sun in the green’ shaped flag,
the light of heaven on the evergreen earth!
Ah, sways in the chalice of every flower
on the land cheers beyond the warm South
whispers to our hearts and makes us feel proud.
Kelsey Banerjee Jun 2020
a heap of rice
with small stones and salt
this red sari I am wearing
is a story
I cannot write.
So I am walking
with my bag of rice.
I give it to maa,
to you I give the salt
the stones I put between
today and tomorrow.

Bangla:

কত দেব?
এক গাদা ভাত
ছোট পাথর এবং নুন সঙ্গে
একটা লাল শাড়ি আমি পরা
এতা একটা গল্প
আমি লিখতে পারি না।
তখন হাটছি
ভাতের থলে সঙ্গে
আমি মা কে দিয়েছি
তোমাকে আমি নুন দিয়েছি
পাথর আমি রাখছি
আজ এবং আগামীকাল মাঝখানে।
Playing around, working with some Bengali vocabulary and trying to make a picture with some simple images.
chitragupta Mar 2019
আঁধারে দুর দিগন্তের কোমল আলো তুমি
ভূবনের অন্ধকারে আশার প্রদীপ জ্বালো তুমি

গ্রীষ্মকালে দুরন্ত স্রোতের কালবৈশাখী তুমি
মধুর চেয়েও মধুর কণ্ঠের কোকিল পাখি তুমি

প্রথম বর্ষায় রাঙা মাটির ভেজা গন্ধ তুমি
আমার মনের সংগীতের সুর ও ছন্দ তুমি

ভোরের বেলায় কানের পর্দায় কলরব তুমি
একঘেয় দিনের অন্তরালে উৎসব তুমি

বরফ মাখা কাঞ্চনজঙ্ঘার সোনালী ভোর তুমি
বঙ্গোপসাগরে ঢেউয়ের কোলে কল্লোল তুমি


এ কি অদ্ভূত খেলা, চেতনা আর নেই এ মনে
খুঁজে পেলাম না, হারিয়ে গেলে যে হৃদয়ের কোণে
People say when I'm at my worst, I write my best.
I think they're telling me not to fall in love again.

Translation:
Gentle twilight in the horizon at dusk, it is you
A lamp of hope in the darkness of the earth, it is you

The furious speeding summer tempest, it is you
The call of the cuckoo, sweeter than honey, it is you

The smell of wet red soil on the first rains, it is you
The tunes and rhythm of the song of my heart, it is you

The chirping of birds at dawn on my eardrums, it is you
A festival at the heart of a mundane day, it is you

A golden dawn above snow capped Kanchenjunga, it is you
A strong current amidst the waves of the Bay of Bengal, it is you


What is this strange game, my mind has lost all consciousness
Couldn't seek you, hidden somewhere in the corner of my heart.
Mystic Ink Plus Mar 2018
“Energy can
neither be created nor destroyed
But it can be transformed”,
Textbook says

Years after, I realize,
Love is that energy
And it can be felt, and
Reflected.

No one ever wish to see,
Debris of Love
Rubbles of Love
In divinity it resides

Paradox airs
War, for Peace
Fuel, of Crash
Let’s find a new way
To conserve the energy

A call for humanity.
Theme: In memory of all departed soul in US-Bangla plane crashed in Kathmandu, 2018/3/12.

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