Poem: “Education ethics and values”

Author: Dr. Md. Tafazzal Ali Bhuiyan.
Primelore Published Date: 01/10/2024.

Education is the backbone of the human race
As educated as that nation is,
Religion, caste, morality are social
They are advanced in values.
If people are not well educated
Moral decay occurs,
Disaster comes down nationally
This statement is very true.
Above all in the case of religious education
Everyone cares,
Religious rituals
Humanity will be important.
Mother’s education is for children
The road to the future,
Whose family administration is good
People don’t disagree with anyone.
That unrest in people today
The people responsible for it,
The society is ruled by a dictator
Corruption and bribery all the time.
As long as man is his moral
Change of character,
Until then develop development
There will be decline.
© Dr. Md. Tafazzal Ali Bhuiyan.
From: Bangladesh

Poem: “My love”

Author: Sayeeda Aziz Chowdhury.
Primelore Published Date: 01/10/2024.

O’ dear, you are
always in my heart
A small shiny space in my chest
I hear the rhythm of
your laughter
I wake up in the
morning with a soft
touch Your smiling lips and
eyes showers love
It brings spring in
cloudy days
Heartfelt gratitude to
Almighty
That you are
specifically made for
me
All my worries and
anxieties
Go away when I see
your beautiful face
You are my love now
and forever
In the path of life
always walk together
My butterfly,stay
around now and then
You are my inspiration
and hope
When you lay down
on my chest
I feel heavenly
atmosphere in the
earth
The glimmering star
inside my heart
Hold my hands till last
breath.
© Sayeeda Aziz Chowdhury.
From: Bangladesh

Poem: “Sweet Age”

Author: Afroza Jesmine.
Primelore Published Date: 01/10/2024

I love my sweet age
When I was born
I opened my eyes!
And started to learn.
I love my sweet age
When I started talking,
My age then running with me.
We together smiling.
I love my sweet age
When I started playing
My age also jumping with me
We together started running.
I love my sweet age
When I went to first school,
Mom Dad and all my Teacher,
Took that moment meaningfull.
I love my sweet age
When I fall in love
All the natural things
As like beautiful dove.
I love my sweet age
When I achieved a job
Was trying to help people
release their sorrow.
I love my sweet age,
When I married,
I managed all my sorrow
With my smiley face.
I love my sweet age
When I gave birth a baby,
Who came from heaven!
As like an Angel.
I love my sweet age
When l took the world in my hands,
All the peoples are my family,
My age and me loves together all.
l love my sweet age,
When I will die,
Somebody put me into the grave ;
After some days ;
Nobody will remember me not at all.
© Afroza Jesmine.
From: Bangladesh

Poem: “I Dreamt”

Author: Sipra Debnath (Tultul).
Primelore Published Date: 01/10/2024

I Dreamt last night’
I was by the sea side!
Playing on the sea wave’
A song straight from my heart.
The salty sea breeze,
Bring me the mood.
The heaving waves.
And framed the theme ,
I mixed the different’
Shades of feelings,
And painted the way!
The song ended,
The painting completed.
Yes, I confess!
Something was still incomplete,
Some one came along just then.
And put in the finishing touches!
A light stroke here and patch there.
The song in my heart.
Was captured and preserved.
On the canvas,
In the colours of love!
© Sipra Debnath.
From India

Poem: “The love”

Author: Lutfar Chowdhury.
Primelore Published Date: 01/10/2024.

Pearl Harbor to Diamond Harbor
Enormous love has pushed you away
One grew up in joy,
Another was burnt to pure.
Those who were away, Kakdwip or Black Beach
They came close to each other
After the theft of the Peacock Throne
What is the price of the Kohinoor crown!
When we used to play T20 in the small alley in the neighborhood
You have left those days behind
The big field does not give everything.
At the elaborate Boryskov Stadium, you’ve lost yourself
Come back, again we should play T20 in small neighborhood lanes.
Die in love, live in love.
© Lutfar Chowdhury.
From: Bangladesh

Poem : “Insatiable Need or Greed?”

Author: Annalyn G. Mercado.
Primelore Published Date: 01/10/2024.

Contentment is one of the characteristics that human beings lack
They don’t want to be known but to become famous
They don’t want a simple home but a grandeur palace
They don’t want power but to rule the world

They don’t want to be an underling but a bossy superior
They don’t wish to menial job but a well-compensated work
A degree is not enough but a Masteral and Doctoral degree
They don’t want a struggling company but a huge empire

I have nothing against dreaming in uplifting social status
As long as it doesn’t affect our integrity and moral values
Just like a husband who is not contented with his wife
A mother follows her dreams and severed her ties with her children

A man who gets involved in a web of dirty politics
Who seems good and honest from the start
Then swept in the circle of bribery and fraud
His lineage had been tarnished and humiliated
Men have always been insatiable for power and passion
His unstoppable cravings for higher status
He has unfathomable discretion in what he craves
Unquenchable and thirsty to conquer ambition
© Annalyn G. Mercado.
From: Philippines

Poem: “In search of answers”

Author: Santanu Banerjee.
Primelore Published Date: 01/10/2024.

Love you, love me?
How easy is it to find?
When the ocean faces the mountain with lonely mind.
Floating in the wild stream
those pebbles, they go,
the river is so far, but
they will reach home, they know.

Being well, being in love,
those are all relative.
The ones who are truly well,
are the machines that thrive.
On the move always, the clock,
from dusk to dawn.
What is the real time?
That’s better left unknown.

TilkTalk goes all day
in the majestic forest.
Whispers that wave gently,
in the ears of the poet.
With preachings of love
in the lonely sky,
The northern star lights,
promises to you and I.
© Santanu Banerjee.
From: USA

Poem: “You don’t exist”

Author: Shishir Rajan.
Primelore Published Date: 01/10/2024.

Because you are not there, the world does not stop I just stopped
Know that the flowers still bloom
At the end of the night, it fell in the yard again
You are not here to pick flowers.
Because you are not there, nature’s busyness does not stop
Spring still comes, roses bloom
Cuckoo song
I’m the only one who doesn’t have the Still early summer jingles
At night, the janakis come in groups
So why don’t you come back?
How many good people do not come back?
© Shishir Rajan.
From Bangladesh

Poem: “The humanity”

Author: Md. Johirul Islam.
Primelore Published Date: 01/10/2024.

Dressed as a servant,
There is no humanity in today’s society.
Happy times are all around.
There are few people in sad stories.
In the tone of speech
Puts a patch of jillapi in the heart.
Generosity spoiled by moment,
Lack of integrity.
The Time of interest approaches,
Humanity is in a foreign land today.
Humanity is too busy with its own tricks,
Happy if you take the opportunity and throw it in the hole.
No one stays by anyone’s Side in danger,
People Don’t have must time.
Have humans really been machines?
© Md Johirul Islam.
From: Bangladesh

Poem: “I didn’t tell a lie”

Author: Aniatur Akter Rozi. Translated by Raja Rakib.
Primelore Published Date: 01/10/2024.

Ohh! I learn my study
I gave my lesson,
Everyone will grow up
With pure emotion.
Education is powerful light
So burn it thoroughly
You’ll get happiness
I didn’t tell a lie surely.
© Aniatur Akter Rozi.
From: Bangladesh

Poem: “An Enevitable Digging of Life.”

Author : Awlia parvin
Primelore Published Date: 01/10/2024.

This is I, only I’m,
All around me, there is a lot of jam.
Of the duties of jobs and newspapers,
Alone in bed at night cooking and bazars
And alone in rest, having a phone
Some papers, a pen, few books in memory alone.
With this, I’m really alone, all alone
Besides me, in deep embrace,
There was one now with no trace
Has gone too for remaining better,
Breaking communication with phone or letter.
A remain safe dear one and friends,
Remain much better, adding my goodness then.
I’ve seen life, in the first phase,
Which has neither fixed period nor syllabus.
And has no destination and limitation,
Rather I welcome you in the minus and addition.
In all your works, the value of liberty,
And it sacrifice in the acceptance of slavery.
I offer you my best love,
Although, it’s very tough.
The minus and plus In your life,
And the lottery, mathematics and algebra. And geometrical formula pretends you to be good,
I look at you in a vacant mood.
You go away through the hiding way,
Digging the death of life
With an axe and ten fingers so to say,
To remove the tension of various type.
Rats come out of the hole
Snakes with half skin,
A lot of earth worm coil
In the roots of the trees.
Sitting on the hole, I see,
People digging their life around me.
With arms of various kinds and books,
Yet there are blanks in their looks.
Digging in the relation and property,
Digging in politics and humanity.
Digging in the nakedness of sexuality,
And digging to be good in chastity.
Yet how many are you well?
In life so large of hole and rift,
And the stain of the burning acid.
Everybody as if coverd his life,
With expensive plastic surgery.
There are some life robot, some researcher, singer, dervish,!mad,
How to dig they know not
Consequently, the remain so sad.
In digging life, everyone is busy,
To them, life is not easy.
Although, all one to be great,
But on the way, death is threat.
Do you hear the scream
Of the departed soul?
We want to be better
In the sobs in howl.
Come back, come back and see
The life and death of your father, grandfather in the history.
In the digging of life, there is dusk,
To make alluvial soil barren your salty- sweat task.
Come and see the meaning of remaining hale,
Standing before digging you see
its a museum of memory, Quite a pale.
© Awlia parvin
From: Bangladesh

In Our First Online Publication We Got our honorable poet List Is given bellow:

1. Dr. Md. Tafazzal Ali Bhuiyan
2. Sayeeda Aziz Chowdhury.
3. Afroza Jesmine.
4. Sipra Debnath (Tultul).
5. Lutfar Chowdhury.
6. Annalyn G. Mercado.
7. Santanu Banerjee.
8. Shishir Rajan.
9. Md. Johirul Islam.
10. Aniatur Akter Rozi.
11. Awlia parvin
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