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Aroma


                                                                                                   Flora Sarker                                                                        We went to the library
                                                                                                                                                                                       University library
                                                                                               Professor  of  Economics.  Besides                                                      I picked him
                                                                                               professorship  an  actress,  poetess  and                                               from his department
                                                                                               writer.
                                                                                                                                                                                       We walked half a mile together
                                                                                               I feel very lucky to be a daughter of an                                                without any words,
                                                                                               actor.  My  father  (Late  Obaidul  Haque                                               it was a fine red evening
                                                                                               Sarker)  was  a  renowned  actor  in                                                    the leaves were shivering
                                                                                               Bangladesh.  He  was  enclosed  in  stage,
                                                                                                                                                                                       by the gentle breeze
                                                                                               television  and  radio  plays  along  with                                              birds were engaged to their nests
                                                                                               movies. Besides all these, he served as a                                               few serious students
                                                                                               Govt.  Officer  under  the  Ministry  of
                                                                                                                                                                                       inside the library,
                                                                                               Information in Bangladesh. For a strong
                                                                                               support of art and culture through family                                               he took the assigned book,
                                                                                               I am one of that lucky one who could serve                                              to look over it,
                                                                                               as an actress, poetess and writer. Along                                                I got closer to him
                                                                                               with all these genre hope will be able to                                               suddenly a pleasing fragrance
                                                                                               serve in these fields in future also.                                                    softly... silently...
                                                                                                                                                                                       but silently touched me
                                                                                                                                                                                       enchanted me
                                                                                                                                                                                       moved me
                                                                                           Lover                                                                                       which was unknown on our way,
                                                                                                                                                                                       back home alone
                                                                                                                                                                                       with the magic book
                                                                                           At first
                                                                                                                                                                                       that perceived me
                                                                                           he was standing in a bus stand
                                                                                                                                                                                       how to be aromatic,
                                                                                           sometimes passing the road
                                                                                                                                                                                       perfumed, flavored.
                                                                                           like a journey to the unknown
                                                                                           or coming down in a escalator
                                                                                                                                                                                       @Flora Sarker
                                                                                           like a slow moving flying bird
                                                                                           walking on a quiet and soundless road
                                                                                           with every step of his walk
                                                                                           it sounds like Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata
                                                                                           Once, in the middle of a full moon night,                                                                "My deeds
                                                                                           when the city went to deep sleep                                                                           make me
                                                                                           saw him in the light of the full moon                                                                  more lovable"
                                                                                           a lover – in a state of apathy
                                                                                           to whom I searched, I urged,                                                                              ...Author
                                                                                           in every corner of my life
                                                                                           a lover – in a state of apathy.


                                                                                           @Flora Sarker


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