-Mohammad Mamun Mia
It may be our last breath
We have to go ahead
Before death;
We have to do that.
The surface of the earth remains desolate
We men to help do hesitate
And become spree to instigate.
Provocation, superstition, indiscretion
To manipulate all these is our mission;
Cunningness, craftiness, moreover haughtiness
Have become our daily business.
O men
Come on
Listen! Time is passing by
Youth turns to old age
Everything on earth changes
We have to surrender to death.
Men live by work not by age
Get out of leaving all bondage
What grasped you in your transient life
Be prepared for the eternal abode.
Rain: My queen
-Jannatul Ferdous Esha
My eyes are looking for a queen
Who’s steps sound like chimes.
Who’s presence makes mc create rhymes.
Who has smell like that of pine,
Who’s watery but isn’t wine!
My queen is known as the Mate of Nature.
And she’s the dream of every creature.
She’s a beauty, and also an enchanter.
She’s the love of every tree and water,
She’s my dear my loving queen
And she’s nobody but she’s rain.
My Queen comes by a beautiful chariot
That moves rhythmically like a flying parrot.
I look for her carriage that’s called cloud
That roars before her commence aloud.
Whenever my eyes feel sad and pain,
My heart weeps for my queen called rain.
The mother and father
-Muhammad Abdus Salam
Mother is the sweetest name above all,
There is none similar to mother in this world.
She loves and cares her child without quest,
And there is the father to love best
And some others for their profit and interest.
With the content of mother one might reach the goal.
Thus Allah bestows endless happiness for the soul.
