Poem by Niloy Rafiq
Moderator 
DANCE OF WINGS
The golden life of sun-scorched earth,
Harvest the river Kartoya time on the boats
Seeds of fragrance in the beautiful abode,
On the road of language, artisans seek their path.
As we go, ah, the scenes!
The crafting of paddy,
Time's garden painted by word-dwellers,
The reflection of roses in green,
Butterfly wings dancing to the melody of music.
In the clamor, the evening scent and bees' song,
On the shores, the skilled pen appears,
In the land of thoughts yet to come, the home of flowers,
A distinct city in the school of creation.
(Translator: Nurul Hoque)
FRAGRANCE OF FLOWERS
In the spring garden, a wandering minstrel
Enchanted by songs in nature's shade
Crosses the eternal chronicles
In the poets' grove, seeking the divine.
Beautiful dances at the window of the mind
Contemplation school, a postal building
In the chaos of dreams, constructing life spans
Unveiling the net, I find emptiness, an artistic leaf.
Watching shells, a mountain of light Midday,
the Brahmaputra calls repeatedly
A charioteer of Chandraavati's love, eternal
Savoring the fragrance of flowers at Cox's Bazar.
(Translator: Nurul Haque)
