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Nature : A Poem by Dr.Syed Md. Zainul Abedin

When internet goes and miss my online friends

I feel very bad and  wait to see how it ends

Sometimes the connection comes  very soon

Then I think it this is a great boon

But,sometimes the internet does not come for hours

Then I curse for  everything and look for others

Today I lost the internet connection

I got angry and restless for genuine reason

Waiting for sometime  cursing the  service provider

I went to the veranda to take some fresh air

Looked down my flat to the plot cleared recently

For building a large  apartment  complex matching the city

Various plants and grasses grew on the vacant land

A piece of oasis came from nowhere by some magic wand

In the middle of the lovely forest  there was a little pond

Flowers of water lily bloomed there to create friendly bond

More scenes awaited me in the mundane garden

Many butterflies were flying in the flowery den

Suddenly a mongoose came into my sight

It was joined by several others from left and right

They were playing   special game that charmed my eyes

I thought a snake might be around to give me  surprise

At this point three jolly  kids rushed to the plot

The furry mammals ran away into a hidden slot

I became happy by the events and started to ponder

Nature is the treasure of beauty and infinite wonder

Boi Mela,Praner Mela (Book Fair,Heart's Fair): Always New and Lively

The Book Fair, popularly known as ‘BOI MELA’ organized every year during the month of February at the Bangla Academy premises is not merely a collection of books.It is a passion of Bangladeshi people.It reflects the history,tradition and pride that grew over thousand of years of Bangladeshi culture.
I visited the Boi Mela again last evening.It was yet another new experience.All the visitors were new.I was amazed to see the completely new set of visitors walking happily.They were smiling,sharing and gossiping with divine pleasure.They were buying books with great enthusiasm.I felt very amazed to see that peoples thronged in front of a number of book stalls.The crowds also looked exceptional and new.They created no chaos.They were very disciplined.
The stalls also looked new with new sets of books and new sets of sales personnel.
Never again I saw the same little child staring at the white swans swimming in the
round pond of Bangla Academy.A new mother was playing with her little kid .
A new set of writers took the seats of Lekhok Kunjo(Writers’ Hamlet) and exchanged pleasantry.
I enjoyed silently all the new things in the Book Fair.It is always a meeting place of passonate hearts.It is always a lively place.