ঢাকা ০৩:৪৪ অপরাহ্ন, মঙ্গলবার, ১৩ মে ২০২৫, ৩০ বৈশাখ ১৪৩২ বঙ্গাব্দ

POET ANGELA KOSTA

  • আপ : ০৫:১৭:৫৩ অপরাহ্ন, বুধবার, ১০ জুলাই ২০২৪
  • ৪৬১ ভিউ :

 

THE MAGIC OF NATURE

With his greatness

God created everything.

Nature’s amazing beauty has forgiven us

with mountain stones

with forests, aehets, long oaks,

The purchased side of the

Where the little happy lamb bleeds

Quiet among the flock without fear

Then the wolf who will be the one who is

As nature does without mercy.

Stop your hand, man.

Don’t smoke without smoking.

The forests are burning without stopping.

They are drowning in your unconscious smoke.

The breath stopped,

They are like you, soul.

Such suffering cannot be carried.

Juice nuts, rashes, oaks

How dare you cut them, touch them with your hand?

In their shadow, the men of the

Still others are still here today.

Let The Free Nature Flourish

Let the forests green

Let the mountains cross

Waterfalls, groves, buds in trees

The roses look at you for a moment.

the lawns decorated with pearl carpet

fertile fields, fields with sunflowers worship

Sit in the shadow of the old tree.

Listen carefully that you will tell a lot.

He will tell the story of our ancestors.

The land, the forests, nature have left us.

And as you will hear these in your soul,

You will be kneeling and kneeling.

Trees, forests, nature meadows

You will apologize.

Join us all

Don’t be late.

And we have more seedlings.

We give nature a smile.

 

©️ ANGELA KOSTA

Angela Kosta it is Executive Director of MIRIADE Magazine, Academic, journalist, writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator

POET ANGELA KOSTA

আপ : ০৫:১৭:৫৩ অপরাহ্ন, বুধবার, ১০ জুলাই ২০২৪

 

THE MAGIC OF NATURE

With his greatness

God created everything.

Nature’s amazing beauty has forgiven us

with mountain stones

with forests, aehets, long oaks,

The purchased side of the

Where the little happy lamb bleeds

Quiet among the flock without fear

Then the wolf who will be the one who is

As nature does without mercy.

Stop your hand, man.

Don’t smoke without smoking.

The forests are burning without stopping.

They are drowning in your unconscious smoke.

The breath stopped,

They are like you, soul.

Such suffering cannot be carried.

Juice nuts, rashes, oaks

How dare you cut them, touch them with your hand?

In their shadow, the men of the

Still others are still here today.

Let The Free Nature Flourish

Let the forests green

Let the mountains cross

Waterfalls, groves, buds in trees

The roses look at you for a moment.

the lawns decorated with pearl carpet

fertile fields, fields with sunflowers worship

Sit in the shadow of the old tree.

Listen carefully that you will tell a lot.

He will tell the story of our ancestors.

The land, the forests, nature have left us.

And as you will hear these in your soul,

You will be kneeling and kneeling.

Trees, forests, nature meadows

You will apologize.

Join us all

Don’t be late.

And we have more seedlings.

We give nature a smile.

 

©️ ANGELA KOSTA

Angela Kosta it is Executive Director of MIRIADE Magazine, Academic, journalist, writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator