A deep darkness covers all over the universe Invisible emptiness is the backbone of the sky Innumerable Planets Stars Suns Moons Constellation Thus All are the alphabets of language nebula high
Bright ornaments of empty light spread all over Heart-soul of aerial path suddenly adorned mother and earth Darkness is translated super naturalness in light there They are the language-measure of ignorance scale of emptiness worth
They are the true caravan-mate in darkness unknown Symbol of veteran tour guide competent usher Walking of darkness holding hand in hand with light shown Sparkling go on in shoulder to shoulder to volunteer
On this International Mother Language Day aforesaid words echo fully Bangla of Bangali relates to every standard language Seeds of independence now fully a tree an invaluable lapis-lazuli Her every alphabet imperishable blood-soaked vernacular is free always
O river, eternal river --M Mizanur Rahman
O river, If I plunge unto your breast, I shall take my bath, I shall have the mirth, I shall have your song and I shall sing the song for you.
If the sky would be as such A tender love for you, river, I would keep my heart abreast, I would forget all sorrows and hear your name unto the song of its eternity.
O river, If you keep tears of all people abreast your heart, All soils of this earth would have been drenched,
Flowers and fruits and corps would yearn happiness for all And all sorrows would have been flown away like balloons And in each abode in each morn would have seen abounding with peace and happiness.
O river, So you come to me beside my dwelling place, I would like to pass my eternal life with you.
O river, If you soak my soil with your ebb and tide, Far-flung sea unto you would be my pride; My lips would smear with wines of love of my heart. So you flow as you can with your come and go through thousands and thousands of years For you are the river of love.
You stay with me with rhymes and rhapsodies of music from here to eternity. O river, I know of your tender heart for thousand of years. The boisterous surges of your youth smash the brims both the sides I know, And you pave alluvium on the other side for green woods that 1 also know. O river, 1 can't live without you. And as such my heart desires you from here to eternity.
How do you measure success? --Tahia Tabassum
How do you measure success? You are curious to make progress. Progress is not a very smooth way; A great patience to have, nay.
A straight look to stare at To fix yourself to get. A firm obstinacy to be with, Fright is obviously to quit.
False and faint will be erased Or your stamina will be belated. A fatal goal will make you winner, Believe that you are the ultimate gainer.
Success and progress is not easy, You have to be passionate and busy. Love to do what you are doing And submit yourself to God’s willing. n