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বসন্তের জন্য অপেক্ষা

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  প্রিয় ঋতু কি কেউ জিজ্ঞেস করলে বিভ্রান্ত হয়ে পড়বো। কোনটা প্রিয় ঋতু? সবগুলোই যে প্রিয়! আমার বর্তমান ঠিকানা যুক্তরাষ্ট্রের দ্বিতীয় ক্ষুদ্রতম অঙ্গরাজ্য ডেলওয়্যার।এই ডেলওয়্যারে প্রতিটা মৌসুম ভিন্নতা নিয়ে আসে। যেহেতু এখানে প্রতিটা ঋতুর একটা   স্বতন্ত্র অস্তিত্ব  আছে তাই তাদের প্রতি আমার পৃথক পৃথক ভালোবাসা জন্মে গেছে। প্রতিটা ঋতুই নিয়ে আসে অনন্য আমেজ, প্রকৃতি সাজে অনুপম সাজে। সেই সাজ  যেন অন্য ঋতুগুলোর চেয়ে একেবারে ভিন্ন। এই যেমন এখন গুটিগুটি পায়ে এসেছে ঋতুরানী বসন্ত: আকাশে-বাতাসে ঝঙ্কৃত হচ্ছে তার আগমনী সুর, আমি সেই সুর শুনতে পাই।  সবগুলো ঋতু প্রিয় হলেও নিজেকে শীতকালের বড় ভক্ত বলে দাবী করতে পারিনা। গ্রীষ্মপ্রধান দেশে যার জন্ম এবং বেড়ে ওঠা, তার পক্ষে ঠান্ডা আবহাওয়াতে মানিয়ে নেওয়া কার্যত কষ্টকর, বিশেষত সেই শীতকাল যদি চার-পাঁচ মাস স্থায়ী হয়। তাই শীতকাল বিদায় নিয়ে যখন বসন্তকাল আবির্ভূত হয় তখন এক একদিন জানলা দিয়ে বাইরে তাকিয়ে ভাবি, "এত্ত সুন্দর একটা দিন দেখার সৌভাগ্য হলো আমার!" শোবার ঘরের জানলা দিয়ে প্রভাতের বাসন্তী রঙের রোদ এসে ভাসিয়ে দেয় কাঠের মেঝে, সাদা আরামকে
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Anger

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Sometimes, we are angry, so angry, We're angry with ourselves, Our friends and kins. We're angry with everyone around us! We think everyone else is happy And that we're the only ones burdened, Burdened with sorrow, and A dismal life devoid of hope and happiness. We search for tranquility in chaos, We feel agitated and completely suffocated, And we so want to crush the world around For some breathable air! We want to vent the rage inside But not one avenue is within sight. The anger builds up, builds up slowly, Eating away all the love nestled in our hearts. When anger takes over, we forget, We forget that things could've been worse, Much more miserable than they're today. Bear in mind, better days can't be too far away. ~Wara
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Two Finches

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Sitting under the summer sky I hear two finches warble. Who knows, what they are singin' - Their language foreign to me...
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Dedicated to all the brave warriors I know

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I want to get up and smile The first thing in the morning. I try, but I can't. I want to wake up and jump off my bed, I try, but I can't. My legs feel heavy and mind benumbed. I want to tweak my resume, Re-write my cover letter And fill out those application forms online. I try, but I can't. I want to hang out with friends, But I can't. I eat when I am full But starve myself when I am supposed to eat. I cry, I cry for no reason at all. My eyes, my poor eyes, I want to stop sobbing at night. I try, but I can't. Some nights I sleep too much Other nights I am sleepless. I am irritable, I am restless. I am hopeless and totally helpless. But I don't give up. Giving up is out of the question 'cause I know the sun will rise soon Sooner than you all think. And my life will begin anew. By Wara Karim 
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The Peace Lily

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A young lily, peace lily, White, green and graceful Looks out the bedroom window From an olive flower pot. She waves at a maple, Which replies by swaying her leaves. Then she nods at an old cherry tree, Which looks up and waves in return. For a minute, the lily feels tall and strong. She also feels closer to the vast sky - Her owner dwells in a high-rise. For a small houseplant that spends her life on a windowsill, This one-minute is very precious! ~W.K. 
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Standing on my veranda

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From my veranda I was watching the sun set On one cloudless, balmy evening.  I saw a flock of geese fly by Their flight calls shattering the silence  Of the quiet August night.  Then a black shroud gently covered the foliage The way a mother bird covers her hatchlings To protect and keep them warm. Sitting under the wings of the night The flowers thoughts of the night and bees: Oh, when will this night be over? Standing on my veranda at the end of the day, I, too, thought the same.  I thought of a breezy morning  When the birds of all kinds sing and chirp And the flowers sway softly. Even though the moon's beautiful and the stars pretty Nature perhaps looks her best Under the splendid sun. The trees, birds, rivers and mountains tell the mankind How uncannily gorgeous they all can be! © Wara Karim
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When They Held Hands

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When they held hands, The Atlantic sent luminous waves To its vast and sandy shore. When they held hands, The robins danced and chirped In the rainforest of Amazon. When they held hands, The sun peeked through the clouds And illuminated a dull afternoon. When they held hands, A shooting star ran across the sky, Calling people to make a wish. When they held hands, The dandelions swayed in soft breeze And played with the green grass. © Wara Karim 
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Love Thyself

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When a dream slips through fingers, Love yourself. When a person you love leaves you, Love yourself. When the road to success seems never-ending, Love yourself. When happiness becomes a mirage, Love yourself. Love yourself, because you know yourself Like no one else does. Love yourself, because to love others You need to love yourself. Remind yourself that you're unique - That there's no one like you, And there will never be one. Stand in the rain, stand atop a mountain, Stand on a sandy beach, or an open field, And love yourself, and tell yourself That you'll love yourself even when nobody else will. By Wara Karim
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