Nusrat Afia
I M R U L K A Y E S
(May God bless her
departed soul)
She was only eight when I first met
A dancing butterfly she was,
restless and playful.
I was greatly impressed at her
humorous cuteness
She robbed off my love and blessings
And covered herself into my solemn
prayers
She alone was
enough to prove that the school is open
She was the centre
into her classmates
At morning
assembly, sports and culture and in the results
Everywhere she
dominated the public focus
Her small body
was growing as like a flower starts blooming
Nine years have
been passed and she was ready to shine
But she bade farewell
to us, all on a sudden received death
The news came
to me as a bolt from the blue!
How can I
accept that she is no more!
All my prayers,
tender love and blessings for her is in vain.
20 August 2008
Khulna.
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