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Md Iqbal Hossen Feb 2018
Have you heard the sound of cataract?
It sings a song of beauty and
Examplifies the glory of  nature
How sweet her hidden songs are!

She invites birds, insects, and stroms
To play different sorts of music.
She orders to trees and grass to set
The green carpet on the soil.
Accepting to make a colourful  backgroud,
Butterflies, fireflies, and rainbow have come.
How delicate her heavely tone is!

I know,  you can't believe my words.
Go to her, listen to her song
Her song is as melodious as Ariel
Her background is as lucrative as Helen
Her stting of all is not less adorable than Aphrodite.
Your own sense will justify my words.
VERONICAH ORINA Oct 2017
I was growing up
She did the same too
I made sure I was always by her side
I hated it
When those big boys bullied her in my face
Making fun of her
I defended her for all I could
...But for all this, she had no eyes

I did all
Back then when I count
All the mistakes I made
I attribute them to her
Sneaking out of school, failing in exams
I could fake an illness to go see her
When I knew she was on holiday
...But for all this, she had no eyes

It consumed me with anger
When she took everyone for a friend
Most especially me
For all those years she never saw
Any zigzag wave in our friendship
Even when I escorted her back at home at night
Even when I gave her my raincoat while it rained
Even when I fetched her jerrycan while she waited
She still told me
"Thank you, good friend"
...I often thought, she had no eyes

I tried to make chases
Because it was then clear to me
That my actions did not plug an inch of sense
Into her precious mind
I started bumping into her
Almost everyday so she could see me
From the library, from church, from the river
I wish you could watch her reaction
She still smiled, knowing I was her friend
But on my side I knew I was crazy
Since I translated that killing smile
Into something else more than that
...She never had eyes for the same, of course

I still saw her through the cold winters in her life
Everytime I met with her
I tried to outdo my goodness for better
Through her silly mistakes I helped her
In her encounters of sorrow I fixed myself
...But for all this she had no eyes
I could not quite tell what was wrong with her mind
Well, sometimes it made me angry
Sometimes I just thought that her eyes
Were long gone
I prayed someone could make her see.
By Veronicah Orina
Written on-07/05/2017

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