The New Nation - Internet Edition

A Father

Fariha Nusrat

I see a face when I look around

By which my world is greatly surround.

He should be given a crown on his head.

Because he protect us from sorrows shade.

He is one of God's great blessings

Because for us he is always chasing.

He is always a colourful frame.

Though he has a lot of pain.

He wants nothing but love.

So, we can feel him over and above.

He is neither my friend nor my brother.

He is my splendid father.

Life

Ashraful Musaddeq

Life is dead shell

Rotton and spreading bad smell

Who will take that?

Flickering lantern of winter night

Put out in the dark

Even then remorse wakes up!

Always lifeless

But stone is still valuable

Alive over ages!

Life is glittering rain particle

Gradually driven

At last into soil!