I will also proceed to exile, Will you accompany me?
Through an isolated path as a joyous traveler, In your dusty clothing with me in harmony?
Chatting with the heat bathed sun on the ways, In wintry nights making the fog our dearest, Drying up ourselves in Chaitrya with hot summer rays, Will you be with me in exile my sweetest?
A long way we will cross, spending so many days and nights, Walking together side by side so many morns we will spend, Forgetting the previous memory and loving bondages in twilight, In acute isolation the moments would be spent.
Translation: Anis Fatema
Where hopes donâ€™t die - Ramisa Maliha Bhuiyan Come to my pastel sky Where hopes donâ€™t die Where birds donâ€™t sleep Paint a rainbow with colours so deep With promises that you keep.
My free will -Rezauddin Stalin
In my language I read and write too And learn from natureâ€™s books, yes I do Ants & birds do read me too As the grasshopper inspired King Solomon with its wit And Buddha knew oneâ€™s rewards come from his deed All creatures cherish their religion of free will as their need I walk shutting my lips trapping the words within All my life the ocean of words I swim in.
Editor: A.M. MUFAZZAL, Managing Editor: ARSHAD HOSEIN.
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