#dhaka
She sits all alone,
on a small wooden chair.
Lost and confused,
wishing someone would care.
So many homes,
in just the last year.
Her little heart breaks,
as her eyes fill with tears.
All that she wants,
is a place to call home.
With someone to love her,
and parents of her own.
She doesn't mean to act up,
but she just gets so scared.
By the looks and the stares,
from the children she's paired.
She doesn't have any friends,
and she's to young for school.
Just a scared little girl,
on a small wooden stool...
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 7:49 PM UTC
One day, two incidents, one enemy; we’ll never forget,
A day which changed map projection,
Which apart the hearts,
Extirpate many dreams,
Floating bodies in the river,
Conjoin pain and frighten memories,
Memories which we would recall on 16th December,
When we were recalling the memories of severance with Dhaka,
Woe was in the breeze,
But an enemy afar from all emotions,
Bloodthirsty souls; Extirpate many dreams,
Dreams of to become a pilot, doctor and a responsible citizen,
One day, two incidents, one enemy; we’ll never forget,
We’ll never forget,
One enemy but two faces,
First Dhaka than Peshawar,
But they did not knew,
Events of dolorous conjoined the nations!
By: Nida Mahmoed
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 3:05 PM UTC
As buildings and tea stalls
and compiled garbage
passed by us, and led to other
buildings and tea stalls
and compiled garbage,
it was clear that the road ahead had many
turns and twists.
It was clear that
if, and only if, we went straight
we'd end up colliding into a building, or a tea stall,
or compiled garbage.
But fortunately for us,
we know better.
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 5:41 PM UTC
You thought to buy me a skyscraper,
but you knew I wouldn't bear its weight
You thought to buy me a home by the country,
but you knew I wouldn't stay in it too long
You thought to buy me a tree-house,
but you knew I wouldn't climb trees
So you bought yourself a bucket and
with its help you built for me a sandcastle by the shore;
I couldn't refuse,
and at that moment I grasped your hands and held onto them tightly.
And even though that sand castle doesn't stand there by the shore,
Your gift to me is always for you to keep, and for me to be thankful for.
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 5:30 PM UTC