This is Our Second Online Publication from Primelore Writer’s Heaven where We Got our honorable poets from different countries. A List Is given bellow:

                 01. Dr. Md. Tafazzal Ali Bhuiyan(Bangladesh)
02. Abul Khair. (Bangladesh)
03. Awlia parvin.(Bangladesh)
04. Afroza Jesmine.(Bangladesh)
05. Md.Sohel (Dukhai)(Bangladesh)
06. Aniatur Akter Rozy.(Bangladesh)
07. Sipra Debnath Tultul.(India)        
     08. Santanu Banerjee.(California, USA.)
09. Md Johirul Islam.(Bangladesh)
10. Annalyn G. Mercado. (Philippines.)

Thanks all for Interest to love Primelore Writer’s Heaven second online publication.

Poem: “Ladder of success”
Author: Dr. Md. Tafazzal Ali Bhuiyan
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 08/10/2024.

Everyone should come forward to achieve success
If you want to be big, first be small.
One has to work hard to reach the peak of improvement
Patience will pay off step by step.
Learn swimming techniques & then jump into the pool
Go over the sea mountains with joy of mind.

Just like a baby bird builds its nest
The ant slowly stores its food.
In the same way, go forward and hope will be fulfilled
Life will not be a dilemma anymore.

Can create the ocean, drop by drop
One cannot climb to the top of the Himalayas.
Achieving success requires hard work
Promise you see once in a lifetime.

If a spider can weave its web seven times
Do not sit down and try again and again.
© Dr. Md. Tafazzal Ali Bhuiyan .

Poem:”Understand wealth, but no life”
Poet:Abul Khair (Owner:Protibimbo Prokash)
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 08/10/2024.

My hands are tied behind my back
I can’t even open eyes and mouth
my spine was upright always
that’s why the address is that “mirror house”.
By got Hilsa then will given water
Said Shaheed Abrar
The first martyr in the war of the independence
and he taught to protest.
My country is my right
Dictatorship was taken away
why you kill my brother?
Shot again and again.
Wasim, Farooq, Feroze,
Sayeed, Mugdha, Shahjahan
Holy ground soaked in blood
The sky is colorful.
where your conscience
Deception in tears
Hundred mothers’ chests are empty
You don’t see that.
You are strong after eating blood
you look like a woman but really hyena
You are addicted to power
only Understand wealth, but don’t understand about life.
© Abul Khair.

Poem: “The Word ‘You’ ”
Poet: Awlia parvin.
From: Bangladesh
Primelore Published Date: 08/10/2024.

It is you, not easy to read,
Many words are cultivated.
With the word ‘You’ and songs are composed,
And with many prisoners history is made.
Many people are brought for autopsy who are dead,
It is ‘You’ not easy to read.
In you, there created cloud, rain, roar and storm,
Also flood, loves home, crops in some form.
Besides you, became a great space,
Is it easy, to read in your case?
Yet knowing and understanding all,
I wanna read you after all.
I want you to be main subject,
For colleges in the syllabus,
Both you and I will be an aspect.
And make a wonderful universe.
© Awlia parvin.

Poem: “The Cloud ”
Poet: Afroza Jesmine.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 08/10/2024.

O Cloud ! dear black cloud!
Where are you going from here?
Chatok (Clamator jacobinus) is wating for new water.
When will you crying dear !

O my dear cloud ! white colour ;
Would you please tell me the story,
After deep love ;
Why people hit each other,
It’s not enough Just say I’m sorry !

Red cloud ! red cloud ! blood also red;
I don’t know which colour people carry,
When a person just ded!

O! my dear ;
Golden cloud! golden cloud!
When will you laugh,
Morning ! afternoon ! or evening !
People are then cool and calm ;
As they are Allah’s staff.

Poem: “The birds”
Poet: Md.Sohel (Dukhai)
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 08/10/2024.

The bird flies
In the step by step
It looks like a army man goes.
The gang of army
goes forward his
Winter occasion.
The bird flies his
Own foot steps,
there is no foot step here
And law are here failour.
The earth,the world
follows the birds rules.
We are enjoy the birds
Singing a song
Like, kichirmichir song.
It is amusing to me
and I enjoy it regularly.
The bird looks like a
Beautiful, like doel bird
It is fresh our mind,and eyes too.
© Md.Sohel (Dukhai)

Poem: “Feeling as mother my country ! “
Poet: Aniatur Akter Rozy.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 08/10/2024.

Oh mother, my country is my mother
In your womb, I am a newly blossomed flower!
Fell down at the Lord’s feet
How many times have I cried in your adoration
Even on the brink of collapse in hundred sacrifice initiation,
You are the guardian of the infinite soul, mother of life
My mother is my country,
You are my mother kiss your feet
Abiding in the glory of the Supreme Lord!
I remember your body
Beside you cool and care
You rolled this body and mind
You are the ultimate Mother . You are your own!
Mother is my mother
Mother you are my Bengali language — your soil is Holly to us
Lexicographical Manuscripts
All we devote us in your lap
I think the poet of poetry
dear mom, you are my Bangladesh !
Bengali Mom, we don’t know warship properly
but we know simply you the mother!
© Aniatur Akter Rozy.

Poem: “PEACE”
Poet:Sipra Debnath Tultul.
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 08/10/2024.

Peace is like a sparkling oasis,
Like a cool misty breeze,
Creates a magical atmosphere,
Like a world of fairies.
Peace is like a basin of blue
With a emerald tint,
Windy yet refreshing and
Acrytallized glint.
Peace brumous mirage,
As soft as feather,
Lush surroundings with a touch of heather.
Peace is like a soothing rushing water,
As tumbling from the falls,
A remarkable feelings
An inspiration to all.
©Sipra Debnath Tultul.

Poem:”The sound of silence” Poet:Santanu Banerjee
Primelore Published Date: 08/10/2024.
From:California, USA.

Taller than than the tallest
bigger than the biggest,
your silence speaks
in the dark, in the quiet.

You keep roaming
in the sun, in the snow,
in the quest for your man
and miles to come, miles to go.

Whisperers swing by
breaking your silence,
unmoved, undeterred, you
maintain your stance.

In the deepest woods, where
birds chirp, shadows dance,
you smell the falling leaves,
you find your resonance.

From mountains to oceans,
from deserts to plains,
you search for the man,
and your silence sustains.
© Santanu Banerjee.

Poem: “Morning bird”
Poet: Md Johirul Islam.
Primelore Published Date: 08/10/2024.
From:Sunamganj Sadar Bangladesh

Kadam sits on a tree branch
The morning bird calls,
Always calls in a sweet tone
Don’t give any evasion.
The dove is weaving a nest
In the cane bush,
Dance to the rhythm
See again and again.

Flower garden to the east
Various flowers that bloom,
Grandfather sleeps alone in the room
Bird calls.

Chirping birds
sitting on a tree branch,
All the children in the yard
They also dance to the beat.

The fish farm is on the bank of the pond
lured by the fish,
Bird play in the morning
My mind was full.

Poem: “Garden of Love”
Poet: Annalyn G. Mercado.
Primelore Published Date: 08/10/2024.
From:Philippines.

Five decades of marriage
Feel their quivering hands
Their wrinkled skin is visible
Alzheimer’s disease is evident

His husband put a morsel in her mouth
While she sat in her wheelchair in discomfort
Who are you? What are you taking care of me?
Every day he reminds her that she’s his wife

Misty eyes until they showered down her face
Ready to dampen it dry her exquisite beauty
Narrating your love stories day and night
Your beautiful face radiated love in your eyes

Daily you both reminisced about your joyous moments
In the beautiful garden, your rendezvous where you first met
The flowers bloom as they witness your romantic sweetness
The birds sing in ecstasy as you take your vows solemnly

One day your husband brought you breakfast
In your matrimonial bed, his heart beats fast
The silence was deafening, you are not moving
Evident that you left the world forever

Your husband couldn’t accept a life without you
The day after your death, your husband followed
Emotional but happy, in the garden both your bodies were laid
Inseparable lovers, joined in the eternal garden where true love started
©Annalyn G. Mercado.

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