LABONI SAIF - POEMS

Laboni Saif, lives in Dhaka, Bangladesh. She has completed graduation on English Literature. She loves poetry and books and  sometimes write poem and article . In leisure she likes to read books and spend lovely time with her family. Her poems have been published in Tuck magazine, Inventives magazine, and in an anthology. Her articles have been published in Tuck magazine and Women Chapter English.

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                                 The Waiting Room



In the waiting room of school,
Gossips are on its high.
Women engaged in domestic topics,
Men's topics are political.
Kids are on the classroom,
Learning new lessons.
In the waiting room of school,
I am sitting in a corner,
Holding an old newspaper in hand,
Looking at the pages with oscitation,
Listening their gossip with attention.
Although wanting with heart and soul
To join them in gossip.
Because, I know how once,
They were mesmerized with my words!
Well, its enough,
I can nomore hold back 
I stood up from the chair
And walked toward them
Nobody is noticing me
As if I am being unsighted.
Being a little surprised, 
I halt in their middle
With a raised voice
I greeted them all
But nobody is giving any reply !
As I am thinking about the reason
I heard one of them is regretting
About my sudden demise.
With a big sigh, 
I left the waiting room of school
Before leaving I went to the classroom,
Where kids are busy with their task
Among them, one is my own part
Though she is not noticing me
I am standng on her back.
With a heart rending cry
I threw a question toward heaven
Why so cruel the creator is, 
That He set me apart?
Goodbye the waiting room,
I will never be back.



                             Endless waiting


In the fear
of losing eyesight,
looking at your ways--unwinking.
For the thirst of eyes shall not be met
in one lifetime,
or a few lifetimes.
To stare at your eyes,
a millennium is so short a time.
Legs are getting motionless!
Well, I don't much care.
For the heart is still soggy
As it showers rain every now and then.
I might be getting older,
yet feelings are the same,
same is the passion.
Turn up for once and see,
How I welcome you,
how I embrace
with the warmth of my passionate love.
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