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Malice : A Poem by Dr Syed Md Zainul Abedin

Listen to the story of an innocent boy
He bought birds to share his care
They were his passion and not any toy

Lovely little birds were source of joy
Their songs brought children from far and near
Listen to the story of an innocent boy

The birds din’t like who came to annoy
They enjoyed melodies of songs on prayer
They were his passion and not any toy

One day a jealous youth made a ploy
He dropped poison into the feeder
Listen to the story of an innocent boy

The dirty youth learnt only to destroy
His nasty act brought tears and despair
They were his passion and not any toy

Malice of people snatch away joy
Let’s hate their ugly and  sinful affair
Listen to the story of an innocent boy
They were his passion and not any toy




Little Children With Great Hearts: A Story by Dr.Syed Md. Zainul Abedin

The street is hardly two kilometers long.But it is very busy around the clock.Innumerable passers-by  move along the street. Various vehicles also pass by the narrow strip.A footpath attached to it looks like a business centre.Many vendors sell their products here for their livelihood.You will find many things here to shop.Fruits,pancakes,vegetables,fish ,chicken,utensils ,clothing and many other things.You will invariably see some vegabonds,drug-addicts and beggars at any time you pass along the street.

In fact, the street was the southern border of the serene and green farm established around 1900.The centenarian street was graced with a human height hedge comprising many species of plants.About 40 years back the farm with its trees,hedges,orchards,cropped fields, structures and machinery presented a  beautiful   and  picturesque view.Birds,fishes,butterflies,dragonflies, mongoose,rabbit and other animals moved freely  in their pleasant habitats.In my childhood days,once I was amazed by the jumping rabbit while collecting jujube from the orchard.The curious mongoose often stood on their bottoms and surprised me.

The happy old days and the productive farm was swallowed long ago.It was encroached by buildings of many kinds.But the street remained,its hedge was vanished and through years was transformed into a bustling centre of business.

This prologue is not to introduce the readers to the street or its pavement.I am going to tell you  the story of  three children who gave me a lesson on this street.While I was returning home just before the dusk three little kids were bouncing to their destination.They were around six years old.Each of them carried a sack by their left held,the elbow was fixed with one end of the opening of the sack.The small boys collect waste material from the garbage and elsewhere and sell them out for their living.At this age they are supposed to attend school.But poverty and destiny snatched their childhood privileges.Most of them sleep in the slums,some pass the nights on the pavements under the open sky.They can secure food for one or two times a day.So they are seriously malnourished.Usually most of them are barely dressed.

The little boys were dancing their way and met a blind beggar on the middle of the street.The beggar was holding a steel bowl and asking for monetary favor.I can’t remember when I dropped any coin into the bowl of such blind beggar.Despite this the helpless and blind beggars survived.I didn’t know how.

I saw the boys stopped in front of the beggar.They exchanged few words among themselves.Then one of them sent his right hand into the pocket of his jeans pant with patches here and there.His fingers brought out a coin that glittered under the fluorescent light.They looked at the coin.The owner of the coin tossed it into the air and approached the blind beggar.Then he dropped it into the bowl causing it to make  a sweet  metallic sound.They enjoyed the sound and looked at the beggar.The happy beggar reacted by praying for the donor whom he could not see.The little boys were happy too.They have done a great thing.

Astounded and amused,I was locked at the incident.I could scale now how mean I was compared to the little boys.The boys left the spot and I started to follow them.

The exulted and proud boys disappeared among the crowd.They carried the joy of benevolence with them.Inside my heart,I felt a prick of my conscience.I was really a mean human being!But these little boys conquered the selfishness which possessed me.The hearts of the little children were really great.They are noble human being.

Forest Calls Me : A Poem by Dr.Syed Zainul Abedin

Forest calls me again and again.
Forest tells me to feel her pain.Feller cuts trees like slayer.
He does not give heed to her prayer.
Birds and butterflies flutter in fear.
Ferns and flowers shed their tear.
All other wildlife cry for life.
Cruel feller growls with knife.Forest calls me day and night.
Forest cries to see her plight.

I pretend to be busy over greater task.
Nobody knows me under my mask.
I give lecture and write against felling,
People get charmed by  story telling.
They give awards for my deed!
They chant slogans to inspire my bid!

Poor forest calls me again and again.
Her frantic calls die in vain.

One Morning of The Spring in My University Campus – Dr. Syed Zainul Abedin

Life in university is always a memorable event.It is not unlikely that an alumnus feel nostalgic when some thought on the university life comes across his or her memory.I encountered a passionate experience this morning when I went for a visit to the campus for some business.This campus is very special for my life and career.I got admitted in 1972 and left the campus in 1977 after graduation. Though the name of educational establishment was Bangladesh Agricultural Institute when I got admitted,this was transformed into a university later as the Sher-e-Bangla Agricultural University.

The campus was decorated by the flowers of mango trees.The lovely inflorescences of mango covered most of the canopies of the mango orchard and plants scattered across the campus.The advent of spring is declared by the emergence of mango flowers.The Nobel Laureate poet,Rabindranath Tagore composed the famous poem,’Amar Shonar Bangla….(My golden Bengal)’ indicating that mango flowers bloom in the spring. The other plants that flower to welcome the spring are bauhinia,coral,shimul,polash,krishnochura and shaddock.All these plants were in the campus with their wonderful blooms.The fragrance emitted by these flowers had made the campus a paradise on the earth.Bees and butterflies were flying on the flowers to collect nectar assisting in pollination.There were birds to collect food from the flowers and other sources.

I walked to the horticultural garden.The protected area accomodated many flowers and vegetables.A large

rose garden was there with many varieties.The roses were pink,red,yellow,white,green and mixed.Some of them were very large while some were miniature types.Some had fragrance while others were without any smell.

The vegetables were tomato,cabbage,spinach,onion and many others.Most of the horticultral crops were grown for experiments to understand the production,profit and promotional potential.I met some teachers and researchers in the garden.

I talked with a teacher-researcher who developed some short duration mustard varieties to fit beteween two rice crops which is staple food of our people.He was a successful innovator and continues his work on mustard genetics and breeding program.I visited his experimental fields which reached the harvesting stage.There were some fields of pulses around the fabulous tower erected for holding permanent agricultural fairs.

There were some experiments on rice and wheat too.Various equipments were being used in the experimental fields by trained personnel.All looked very busy to make use of the cool morning weather.

Then,I went to the large cannon ball trees to see their amazing flowers.All the trees carried flowers on their trunks.The cannon ball tree is said to be a rare plant.It carries wonderful flowers that look like the hood of cobra.It is also said that the fruit which resembles cannon ball are poisonous.However poisonous the fruit or flower of this plant may be,I always felt a crazy attraction for this plant,particularly,its amazing flowers.

After the visit of the campus resources,I met a number of persons to accomplish my business.I was welcomed by them.Shared about my passion with them.It was a wonderful morning of spring in my beloved educational centre.

When coming back I looked to the avenue trees of mast tree and road side jackfruit trees.The jackfruit tree were bearing flowers on the trunks and main branches.The beauty of the campus was enhanced by the trees in the campus.