A SLEEPLESS NIGHT....

A night I was without sleep
It moved slowly like a year of leap...
I closed my eyes tight...
Started thinking something right...
Nothing came to my mind..
As in the exam hall...
I turned to my right...
Inorder to change my sight...
I heard some voice..
Which act as a good noise....
All terrible things rewinded..
I was searching for a stop button
But there was not even a pause button...
I rolled within my long, soft blanket..
Like a furry, flexxy cat within the basket..
At last I took my phone to chat...
My mom started shouting... 'Who is dat??'
Suddenly I kept my phone down..
Turned my body upside down...
Without knowing myself...
Even without anybody's help..
 I closed my eyes tight...  
And felt the arrival of the night...
I can realize the moral...
Without getting a scold from my mom...
I even can't able to sleep calm....
WHAT A LIFE MAN...

GLAD TO LIVE!

From the Heart, to my Soul;

You are the one,who give me will,

I am none before I get you;

I am the lucky one 'coz now i got you.

I never told You, to me what you are?

But you never think it what I meant it!

'coz you know what I ache for?

I think it a while but you gave it to me a real.

I don't know what am I?

But you know what I will!

You made me bright,give me light;

You guide me right,hold me tight!

I think why it is? 'Coz you did everything!

There I got to known When you hold my hand..

I proudyl loud that I got you,

You think why I have to? But I think you only have to be.

I am the luckiest,

I got You the best;

You are the one- I will

tell anyone as My

BEST FRIEND!!!

Glad to have you..

Glad to be with you..

LOVE YOU MY FRIEND!

                  

                                               ----Abidha Rumana.S---

VICTORY IS YOURS

++++++++++++++++++++++

 

BE A LEADER IN A BATTLE OF LIFE,

 

HOLD THE LEADERSHIP WITH COURAGEOUS HEART;

 

RUN THE BATTLE WITH BRAVE;

 

IF YOU GET KNOCKOUT -

 

DONT FEEL ASHAME ;

 

LET YOUR TALENT COMEOUT -

 

WHICH IS A BRIEF BURST OF FLAME;

 

MAKE YOUR HEART BE STRONG,

 

THEN YOU WILL SING THE VICTORY SONG.

                                                      

 

 N. NASRIN SUMAIYA

 1ST B.SC.NUT

My Friend…

No waves to touch my shore

I love to be alone before

True hands come to hold my thoughts

I moved the mountains through your care…

 

The love we share is more profound

Than the depth of the ocean bound

And the vastness of the sky from the ground

I esteem myself through your share…

 

I remember every second like the bind

Nothing can’t be erasing from my mind

No one is equal to your kind

Friend like you in the world is rare…

 

Your friendship in my life is never dies

Other than that all were lies…

                                                                                       By A. Al Mustharin(B.sc (IT))

ITS MY TURN

Plane was Hi jack...

Many people were under the control of terrorist. Some of the people tried to escape. I went to boss and informed about that news. He asked me to be there and ask me to watch the people carefully, by handed over his gun and moved away. I took his charge there. I was well at ma work, by very rude and keen at everyone’s move.

i drag so many people and put in dark room there in who made me anger by their act, so the people crushed me with their words.

no. of passenger were become fewer, when the captain returned there.

His doubting increased...

A FEW HOURS EARLIER........

It was my first journey to U.K, i was entering the plane with a lot of dream and responsibility, everything broken after 10.45pm.... i went to restroom at that time, I was shocked when i was back, because many passengers were arrested by terrorist. i was dumbstruck at that movement and then some ideas clicked in my mind, so i acted as one of their crew. Now they surrounded me by knowing the truth. I don’t know what to do? I’m helpless...i closed my eyes and think...I’m happy to die for my people and those who scolded me will now pray for me....i pray to almighty...they loaded the pistol and i was shot

At once i woke up...After touching myself, i realize that was just a dream...Thank ma goodness! i reached ma dream country  safely...

M. Syed Aysath Wazeera

I B Sc Nutrition

TO MY SHAMEEMA MISS....!!!!!!!!!

My Teacher...! My English Teacher...!

 You are my First, Last and the Best Teacher..,

You taught me not only English,

 But to love and play with relish...

When I am vague in class,

 You sharpened my views vast...

You sharpened me, the best...

 So do, I RESPECT YOU the most...

You rectified me, when I am blunder..

 You solved me, when I am puzzled..

You motivated me, when I am fed-up..

 my maam...You knew me like my mom...,

I failed to be the Hat - Trick English Topper,

 But I gained knowledge like bumper...

I am happy for your first "best out-going student"

 I swear.. I will work for it with prudent...

Miss....... I long to be your STUDENT...

You are something more than the BEST.....

                                   - J. HASIMA RUKKAIYA

                  I B Sc Nutrition

Wanting it back!!!!

The place where I got scared  when I entered,

There I met the peoples who were there like mine,

Only I heard the sounds like rhythmic tone..

"Mummy! Mummy! don't leave me here!"

She didn't understood what I said?

She knew that I easily get attached,

My teacher who was there used to say me,

It's the place where your life 

started here with cry;

in the middle with joy;

and ended with joyful cry...

I didn't get her that day, but

now I used to think it onetime per day!

I felt hard to learn as A B C......

now it's the thing that I felt very easy.,

I just learnt what life is..

there I met the teachers who were brought the brightness to me,

there I met the idiots who were brought the lights to my life,

there I got to knew myself what i am,

Now, I am just crying at my Mom "to Leave me here",

but the life goes on, i ended my schooling there...

I want those days back...

i just missing my school...

missing it a lot!!!!

                                                                  

                                                                      ---- ABIDHA RUMANA.S---