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01. Md Sohail (Dukhai)(Bangladesh)
02. Dr. Md. Tafazzal Ali Bhuiyan(Bangladesh)
03. Ashish Khisa(Bangladesh)
04. Awlia parvin(Bangladesh)
05. Khadija Rahman Kalpona.(Bangladesh)
06. Afroza Jesmine.(Bangladesh)
07. Ismat Ara Lucky.(Bangladesh)
08. Hasna Hena.(Bangladesh)
01.
Poem: Doll weddings (Childish Rhymes, )
Poet: Md. Sohel Dukhai.
Primelore published date: 29/10/2024.
Little Sonamoni plays with dolls
Dolls eat and bathe
Dolls are ugly and dirty
Civilised them with great care.
Forgetting to eat and drink
Lies with that doll
When the doll grows up one day
He takes a partner like him.
Children are often forgotten
She only needs a male companion.
This education is imprinted on the child’s mind
This baby doll comes to life.
© Md. Sohel Dukhai
02.
Author: Dr. Md.Tafazzal Ali Bhuiyan.
Subject: “Literature evaluation.”
Primelore published date: 29/10/2024.
Without literature, people are like birds with clipped wings. Literature is the holder & carrier of human knowledge. Without literature, the door of progress does not open. Literature changes the history of civilization & develops civilization. People without literature are equal
to animals. Literature has existed throughout the ages.Those who do not like or love literature do not understand anything about the society-state.
Hidden in literature is the treasure of unknown knowledge and information of science. The people who do not love literature are among the primitive people. People today have gone astray due to lack of education ethics values. Due to the lack of real education, the people of the society are violating the law and order, killing, raping, disappearing, and crossing the level of nudity.
Alas, the literary culture can restore peace. Literature that can create good people in the society, the literature that can restore the happiness and peace of the society, people look down on that literature. No nation or country can develop without literature. So let us all learn to love and appreciate literature.
© Dr. Md.Tafazzal Ali Bhuiyan.
03.
Poem: “The unbreakable bond of love”
Poet: Ashish Khisa
Primelore published date: 29/10/2024.
I have no one in this life
There is only love,
My life is full of sorrow
There is always pain and frustration.
I wander along the way
I beg for two rupees,
I am blind in both eyes
I feel the education.
The good and the bad that I get
throughout the day
Let’s go with it somehow,
How hard life is
To whom do I tell this sorrow?
Even though my sorrow is with you
everybody loves me
Let there be an unbreakable bond of love
forever by my side
If you see me on the way
Almost everyone adores,
In the touch of their love
My heart is filled with joy.
Touching on the way of life
How many pedestrians,
We understand good and bad in behaviour
I spend my days like this.
© Ashish Khisa
04.
“Navanna Festival of Joypurhat district in Bangladesh (composition).
“Author: Awlia parvin.
Primelore published date: 29/10/2024.
There are twelve months in Bangladesh. Every two months have a season. Each season has some basic characteristics, which can be easily characterized separately.
According to the characteristics of the six seasons, Hemanta Kal is now going on. This is the fourth season. Kartik and Agrahayana are named after the two stars, Krittika and Adra.
In Hemanta season, the afternoon sun begins to decrease. Slowly the day begins to shorten. The evening falls quickly. The skin feels tense. The wind from the north has a touch of light frost. In light fog, dew drops accumulate like white pearl grains on the leaves and grass tips.
Nature is filled with different kinds of flowers and fragrances. The courtyard is full of flowers in the morning.
Apart from this, various flower arrangements including Chandra Mallika, Dev, Kanchan, Chatim, sweet smelling Kamini, Gandharaj.
Coconut is the main fruit of Hemant. Besides Kamranga, Chalta, Kadbel, Amalki, Pomegranate,
etc. fruits are seen in this season.
At this time, the people of the village of Bengal rejoice in the joy of picking new paddy from house to house. The main feature of this season is Navanna festival.
Once upon a time, the year of Bengal started with the Agrahayan month of the season. New Year was celebrated as Agrahayan as a seasonal festival. At that time, there was a close relationship with agriculture. In this month, Navanna was celebrated with new rice.
According to Dr. Niharranjnan Roy, the Bengali New Year festival was Navanna.
The word Navanna means new food. And this festival is a festival organized to mark the first cooking of rice prepared from that paddy after harvesting.
One of the traditional festivals of Bangladesh and India’s West Bengal is Navanna, a vegetable-based folk festival. This festival has been celebrated on a date in the month of Agrahayan for ages.
This festival is a universal festival for all the religious communities of this country. However, Navanna festival is celebrated in different ways. In Yapaman, North West and South India, Navanna is celebrated with the joy of bringing home the Rabi Shasya wheat in Baisakh.
The Santal, Usui, Garo, Jum farmers of the Mro tribes celebrate this festival by bringing home the main winter crops of Poush and Magh months.
Again in the Hindu community, there are various arrangements for this festival after harvesting the Aman paddy of Hemant.
The main part of their festival was worshiping the ancestors with new rice. Later, the householder and his family members would accept new food with new jaggery by offering to gods, fire, crows, brahmins and relatives. On this occasion, alpanas were painted in the courtyard of the house, on the floor of the house. In all upazilas under Jaipurhat district. Housemaids and brides would paint the walls of the houses made of clay with beautiful colors. The path and the home environment of every village would become beautiful and sweet.
Everywhere the sound of gurgi kota and the sound of conch shells, one gets confused.
The place called Begungram in Kalai Upazila, 22 km east of Joypurhat Sadar, has also become famous.
This village is rich in natural beauty. Sujla Sufla green nature and pleasant environment here is fascinating.
In every house of the village, the joy of Navanna is the arrival of relatives.
Here, Md. Abdul Bari Chowdhury is a teacher by profession. After his retirement, his son Md. Hefzul Bari Chowdhury is a doctor by profession and has kept this festival busy.
It should be noted that in this Chowdhury neighborhood, Chishtia Darbar Sharif is located in the Khanka of Hazrat Khwaja Shah Maulana Mohammad Abdul Gafur Chishti RA. After taking spiritual initiation from India’s Hazrat Khawaja Maulana Mohammad Nazimuddin Chishti RA, Bengal built the Astana in 1328 AD under his instructions. He started spreading Islam from here. In addition to preaching, he built three large madrasas, many mosques. There is a beautiful sun-blocked vast lake here.
This Navanna is organized here every year on the first Thursday of the month of Agrahayana. According to custom, if one enters this Astana, no one returns without eating.
This year on Thursday 16th November 2023, Navanna was celebrated at that place. This Navanna festival is the biggest in Bangladesh. The festival was a day-long fair. 90 maunds of new rice, 130 maunds of jaggery, 3000 coconuts and 80 maunds of milk were cooked in 30 ovens. The villagers are entertained with it. Also this district is famous for paddy, fruits and potatoes. So a special and delicious dish of Alu Ghati with new rice curd, rice as well as Khasi meat is also organized here. According to Mohammad Hefzul Bari Chowdhury, a member of the organizing committee, here Even though the New Year is not celebrated in the same way, the Navanna festival is celebrated very strongly and seriously. Hazrat Shah Sufi Abdul Ghafur Chishti started this Navanna festival from 1331 Bangla. Yes. Festival security is maintained every year by Ansargramya Police and Police Force teams.
If someone comes here from afar, free food and hospitality speaks of kinship.
In addition, each house separately invites the dear relatives and presents the ceremony. A special fair is organized here on the occasion of this day.
Bamboo, cane and earthenware are among the few elements that are mixed with folk life in Bangladesh. These are called folk shills. Wooden tools are also not less. However, usually the village people are involved in this industry and most of them use these. Its demand in civil life is not less for beauty and decoration. It is a symbol of the lifestyle and feelings of small ethnic groups.In this fair of Nabanna, folk art can be seen. For example, hand fans (palm fans, yarn fans, cloth fans, bamboo flutes with different tunes, drums, golas, gura, bauni, baskets, dula, mora, kula, chalun, cage ladder. , chattai, fishing rodMathal, Sofaset , bookcases and kitchenware storage cupboards, fences, bells, darmas, clay dolls, plates, glasses, cups, dishes, lamps, various small and large sizes of beautiful sow peaches, animals and birds etc.
Besides, there are different kinds of colorful kites. It is very fun to fly kites in the sky during this festival.Another special feature of Jaipurhat is that the people of this district are very hospitable. From sweets to pithas, the respect is not less.
Sweets made in the shape of 4 kg hilsa fish are very delicious in this Navanna fair. Raw golla, black jam, hari banga sweet, Akbaria curd, Sarar curd, harir. Di, shahi dai, kshirsha dai,, chicken jilapi, chamcham, chicken gaja, chicken milk, chicken paesh, coconut and sesame, naru, patisapata,, ras kadam, kadam bhog, jamai bhog, various sandesh, malai toast, barfi, Rasmalai, diabetes sweet, batasa made of sugar in the shape of various animals and birds etc. Pithas are also not less. Navanna is famous for various types of nakshi pithas with eggs, sweets and jhal.
It is needless to say about the entertainment. Nagardola, boat swaying, electric train, crocodile, charaki, children are very happy. And after the late afternoon, the bioscope, puppet dance, sit pala song, poet song, baul song, marfati, murshidi song show starts. The group of Baul Shilpi from different district upazilas makes the light and decorative night of this fair colorful and joyful.
This festival does not end here. The fish fair here embodies the ancient culture and tradition of village Bengal. When you hear the name of the fish fair, the dreamy form of all kinds of big fish floats in front of your eyes. Fish. Fish weighing 1 kg to 30 kg is available in this fair.
Usually, on the invitation of Navanna, the son-in-law buys the biggest fish he can from the market, hangs it in his hand and goes to his father-in-law’s house.
Nabanna festival of life. Ah! Hemant kaal. The song of the harvest, full of golden colors, ripe rice, the sound of the wide river of Bengal, the joy of creation and the bond of kinship, the call of mother’s love, the anchan of life, the corners of the eyes are full, the cheeks are wet, the cheeks are full of murder. Dear face sister and bride talk. That Halkhata, there will be no debt now, that rural folk fair, old banyan tree.
The fair grounds resounding with children’s flutes and the sky of childhood is filled with colourful kites.
In a word, Navanna Utsav means the festival of a great reunion of Bengali relatives.
A full mouthful feast.
The village’s bamboo forests, palm forests, rows of Eucalyptus trees, Akashmani trees, and mango orchards on both sides of the pitched road were lit up, in this enchanted Josnara of Hemant.
© Awlia parvin.
05.
Poem: “My Wishes”
Poetess: Khadija Rahman Kalpona.
Primelore published date: 29/10/2024.
All my wishes,
I will fulfill myself,
Using honesty, hard work, and willpower,
I will strive for my beautiful life.
I am my most precious gem,
A diamond or an emerald.
Even in a thousand sorrows, I won’t shed a tear.
Crossing thorny paths, I will reach my goal,
A woman can do anything; I will make everyone understand.
Everything in this world is a pursuit for both,
For women and men alike.
I won’t confine my true self,
I will let my wishes fly like a kite, into the silver moon.
Like a little child who cries softly,
I too will weep like a child, holding back my heart.
Whenever I wish, I will climb every tree,
Eating mangoes, lychees, and guavas.
On the river’s surface, with an oar in hand,
I will sing joyfully.
On rainy days, I will gather mangoes at home,
And together we will feast, our hearts full.
I will spread my wings of wishes,
Touching the stars in the blue sky.
On stormy days, I too will,
Run with my heart in joy.
Illuminated by the dawn’s light,
I will brighten my own mind.
The pictures painted on my mind’s canvas,
I will recreate on paper.
I will gaze at them repeatedly,
With cherished moments,
I will weave the beginnings of stories.
I will fulfill my wishes myself.
I will wear a blue saree, blue bangles, a blue bindi.
With happiness in my heart, I will wander by the riverbank.
I have another wish: to be self-reliant,
To always walk with my own identity.
I will have many identities,
In every one, I will be respected.
When they see me, they will smile.
My parents will be proud of me.
I will strive to stand on my own feet.
I will gift everyone as I wish.
I will work without seeking help from anyone.
I will always walk the righteous path with integrity.
I will fulfill my wishes myself.
I will care for my true self.
I will love my true self.
Only then will I be healthy, my children will be healthy,
My family and relatives will be healthy,
For whom my heart weeps and yearns.
I will be a poet, a writer,
A culinary artist, a painter, an entrepreneur.
I will be a speaker, delivering my message.
I will conquer the whole world,
I will triumph over my own self.
© Khadija Rahman Kalpona.
06.
Poem: “Addiction”
Poetess: Afroza Jasmine
Primelore Published Date: 29/10/2024.
Addicted to reading
group of book readers,
Addiction to tea is a big addiction;
Let’s drink tea!
Guys ! Let me tell you a little history of tea,
The best drink Industry of all drinks is the tea industry.
Clinking with the tea-spoon-cup,
The mouth-watering taste of milk tea leaves is mixed on the lips.
Some take hard liquor, some without sugar.
Thin liqueur tea is taken more by health beauties.
The price of a cup of tea varies from place to place.
Workers sweat by sipping tea in a tong shop.
Boy Bearer group involved in tea industry,
Millions of workers team to make cup plate kettle spoon strainer.
Lakhs of workers in big tea plantations all day long,
Two leaves with a bud all the workers fill the back of their basket
English hot drink brought addiction to Bengal,
Made the difference between the employer and the worker.
Bangladesh is full of hills suitable for farming tea
At the end of the English, there was plenty of cheap labour.
Bengali tea was served,
Bengali’s drink it daily after being addicted to tea.
© Afroza Jesmine.
07.
Poem: “The rest of the way through Doha”
Poetess: Ismat Ara Lucky.
Primelore published date: 29/10/2024.
I have known you for a long time, almost three years.
Should I talk about the pain or hide the pain with laughter?
The real thing but who never called it love,
assume it’s a time spent or say?Waiting for you,
day turns into night and night turns into day,
but your mind is not understood.
Well, when will I meet you or is it not possible at all?
Talking for hours and days, months, years, the rest of the way will go like this?
It’s amazing how much patience you went without seeing me and I didn’t see you for almost three years.
How much pride, how much complaint and how much experience.
I compare your beauty to the moon.
I compare your mind with purity and against that sweet smile of yours the pride of the blue cloud.
Well, I will never meet you?
Well, if the call of my death comes from your hope,
then know that it is very painful, very arrogant and very neglected,
I will hold hands with you at that moment before death,
but you may not be touched again.Not seen before.
Beloved, I have a request for you, not a command.
Come and see my face covered with dirty cloth after death.
I still want a handful of soil from your hand, only soil
I will think of your soil as a flower and look from the sky.
Don’t worry dear.
© Ismat Ara Lucky.
08.
Poem: “Welcome”
Poetess: Hasna Hena
Professor, Department of English.
Mohammadpur Mohila College.Dhaka
Primelore published date: 29/10/2024.
The peeping sun of the dawn boon of the days
needed for life
to make the life fairer
with the sun’s golden rays.
The sweet lyrics of the lost days
as fair as fairy fabricated in our memory needed to be refreshed always.
The path of the noble men
can enlighten us to be free from anguish and agony,
also inspires us to gain strength by its smiling face.
How awesome they are!
They are all welcome
for giving us their golden touch.
© Hasna Hena.
