The New Nation - Internet Edition

Triple poems of

M. Mizanur Rahman

1. Life is but full of wonder

Life is full of wonder

that gives us sudden joys,

just the same when we were

simply the inquisitive boys.

An unexpected pleasure

like an unexpected prize

can lift our heart with gladness

and open wide our eyes.

We do not change as often

as poets as we think

wc write flowering in pen

everything relating to us we link.

2. The idea of man against man

On earth man-made capitalism is a disease

that brings forth multiple diseases like

poverty. terrorism. and multitude of sick

depressed, disheartened and sad human beings.

3. Who knows Who is God?

Who knows Who is God?

But a free query of God addicts human mind

like drugs that create mendicants, fraud

and frustrated ones while perdition runs behind.

Still there arc God-fearing candid good souls too

Simple, easy, duped, credulous and true.

When we are all 'Benings’ of God’s existence

then contrary to it makes no prolific sense.

Birthday comes again and again

Mashuk Chaudhury

Limited cage of unlimited time

Life imprisoned in boundary

Frequent defeat within the frame

In sadness-happiness every time

Cries the soul-doll for a new birth.

Birhday comes again and again.

Birthday playing on the other bank of river

Birthday blooming at rose corner of garden

Birthday dancing on tree leaves

Birthday dazzling in belly of clouds.

Crossing the river I get new birthday

Getting birthday in fragrance of flower

On which day it is raining on the earth

Is it possible on that day

To keep hiding inside the womb of mother!

Comes the most colourful birthday

With every end-sleep morning light.

This is called awakening-new life

A new birthday.

Translation: Main Uddin Ahmed

Care of Bangladesh

A.S.M. Babor Ali

Do you know the

Address of various

Streams and rivers

Flowing with rhythmic

Waves

And in my

Dreamy mind?

Do you know the

Address of beautiful

Variegated

Fragrant flowers

Blooming

In the greenest

Gardens?

Do you know the

Address of the

Little birds

Singing the songs

With sweatiest voice

In all directions?

Know, I know

The address is

Care of Bangladesh

Bangladesh

Golam Nabi Panna

Our country Bangladesh.

We love her always.

Flowing of its air,

Felt nice everywhere-

Makes us very fresh.

It's our motherland.

Live in peace hand to hand

To fulfil our wellwishes-