Most right in the picture is Saif, S21A. Since his beloved parents had passed away and he was closed to my mother so he became her adopted son and I was automatically be the youngest sister of his family. His late father was an important person in promoting education in Bangaladesh.
On the occasion of the 100th year anniversary of his late father's birthday, the town celebrated it and my family were invited to join.
This is the picture of ‘my family in Bangladesh’ taken by my husband HS1ENH.
All sisters had been very kind and very nice to me.. sorrowful to lost 2 of them, Borobu and Sejibu
Dear Sister
The bright red sun is slowly down
silvery gold and pink turns the soft white cloud..
the little birds sing, night flowers prepare
to comfort the long dark night's nightmare
Slowly, slowly, the cloud turns gray
the birds murmur, cicadas cry, and the shadow sway..
and I try hard to hold my heart, so heavy.. oh so heavy
It's painful so, oh lonely so.. oh.. so dusky
The beautiful sun has disappeared
The quiet of the night, is deafen to my ears..
Chilliness in the air, pearl drops from the moon..
Bitter inside, too soon, oh too soon..
To love, to be loved, to care, to be cared,
Sweetest sunshine, to see her.. how, and where?
Gentle scent from tuberose bouquet..
will always scents my insipid day..
In the darkest nights, in those rainy days..
the fondest memory will always stay..
..will always stay..
