Haiku :
Ashraful Musaddeq
Waiting
good nighttime everyone
sweet dream is on the pillow
waiting for sunrise
Wish
grief and anguish
two petals of lovely plant
happy morning friend
Worship
the last day of spring
a flower on the torso
worship reviving
The mistaken love
Shamsul Alam Belal
All silent words hidden into my unfiltered thoughts
Tell me a tale of bereavement covered into a smile.
All my warm breaths splashing along her bosom
Make me a fool like the helpless shepherd
Behind his non-abiding herd along a mountain slope.
Her eyes full of lust still haunt me from distant but
I seek to confide all that I have to her blazing anger.
I am deserted but she is despised,
I have a book of Khayyam’s poem, but
She has only tears rolling down her dented cheeks.
Nothing bad ever happens without an equal hope,
Which is a good thing if anyone depends on it solely,
Since love’s greatest gift is to make everything sacred.
Her eyes are blazing like silent flames,
Acting wisely on what she wants exclusively.
The most dangerous thing is illusion
And it is well known that beauty does never invite
A good grace on the timid advances of humour.
