A Handful of delight

Tasmim Afsah 

The women in your house make food for everyone. She can be your grandmother, aunt or mother. But does the food made by your aunt or grandmother match with your mother ? I don’t think so. It is not about how tasty it is but it is about the person who made it. Maybe only your mother prepares food at home. Well,  my mother does. There is a different magic in your mother’s hands. Maybe sometimes the advertisements are true because the food prepared by your mother is “Finger Licking good.” Whenever my mother is busy or she is outside, I am not really excited to have lunch or dinner. No offence, but my mother makes way more delicious food than our maid. The food your mother cooks is not only filled with deliciousness but also with a lot of love, care and affection. Your mother spends hours in the kitchen cooking food for her family. When you go past the kitchen you can see her sneezing and sweat rolling down her forehead. You should go and at least help her out even if you cannot make the food. I think God has designed all our mothers to have patience and magic. With your mother and her delicious food, your life is filled with apple and spice and everything nice. 

World Environment Day and our expectations

Raiyan abu Zafar

The World Environment Day, 2015 was observed in Bangladesh as elsewhere around the World with calls from the United Nations Environment Programme (UNEP) on nations, encouraging them to do something positive for the environment.  Not long ago, a boy concerned at the unnecessary loss of water introduced taps to save water. The invention by the boy is similar to the taps where only when one puts hands under it does the water flow. In Bangladesh a newspaper went ‘green on the World Environment Day by publishing on 100 per cent recycled green Paper alongside it’s fight to save rivers and stop the occupation of public parks. However, a number of leather processing industries operating in Hazaribagh, Dhaka’s leather processing zone, freely dumping untreated toxic wastes directly into the low-lying areas, rivers and natural canals, rivers like Buriganga on the banks of old Dhaka are bleeding black, the pollution is seriously affecting the lives of thousands of people, bringing the area to the brink of an environmental disaster.
    One cannot be satisfied with the efforts being made because our calls are not fully practical and falling on deaf ears. Occasional cleaning up by local groups of the Cox’s  Bazaar and Kuakata beaches is not enough which includes the efforts being made to preserve the several endangered species of turtles that live on the St Martins island, as well as the corals. Pieces of the coral reef are being removed in order to be sold to tourists. Nesting turtles are sometimes taken for food, and their hatch lings are often distracted by the twinkling lights along the beach. Let’s join to put our words more into action.

MORNING WALK

Saadman Anowar

One sunny morning,
I was walking through the road
Then I saw a small kid who was jumping like a
Toad
I saw a fat woman
Who was white as ghost!
Then I thought of having a cup of tea
And a piece of toast
I had no problem
Which I felt as my good luck
On that day, I had a fun and an awesome
MORNING WALK..

Infinite Beauty, Heavenly Peace

Mustafiz Rahman

Shining sun; taking its last turn of the day.
May it be, gone for ever, not for today.
Eternal blue shade, now in dark with cloud.
I’m in a moment of joy, but can’t shout.

It’s raining but gaining power in my mind.
What a beauty!
Who can be a blind?
My body on sea-shore enclosed by coral stone.
Far from all chaos, hearing the raining tone.
Drops of rain on me,
Oh,my ecstasy!
Am I in imagination?
Is it the world of fantasy?
A piece of land with coconut trees.
Tender leaves are trembling in gentle breeze.
Infinite beauty of finite Bengal Bay.
In such a beauty, who can be a fray!

It’s a beauty, no description can be given.
‘Saint Martin’ name of a heavenly peace.
A piece of heaven!

Home

Kohinur Khyum Tithila

How many miles have I done?
Of this million-mile sized world?
Longing for a home.

The mad rush at 7
in the evening.
The blue tie
is rushing back to home.
The red scarf.
The green shirt.
The pink saree.
Everyone has a place to return.
A world so big,
of million miles.
And finally I have found home
in your arms.