A silent untold story

-Tahia Tabassum
I want to say you something,
 A silent untold deep story,
To let see the wound in everything,
I suppose to lock it with a key.

A golden wound is here inside me
To make my breathing alive.
To make the balance with the death will be-
To stop the running knife.

A very simple wound that is,
 A special love to be hidden.
I sometimes try to protect the kiss,
A memory to preserve golden.

A deep untold silent story it is,
I really want to share with you.
To push a hand into the bees,
The wounds make a lovely queue.

Tree
-Rhun Saha
Sowing a seed
Is a good deed.
Planting a tree,
It’s beautiful to see!
And if we make a forest,
 Animals can rest;
 Birds build nest!