The nature of the challenge is that I take this Haiku and continue it, respond with my own, or write a story which is relevant.
expressions of face
happy sad angry frown shy
face is the index
autumn leaf as hair
frozen winter snowman stare
sweet summer smile flare
mute the sound,
Hearken to the ghost note of life!
The human Condition is our 8th wonder
A sudden silent saltus in a train of thought
Makes one ponder
About the seriocomic nature of what wisdom we are taught
Sophic Savants, Society does not listen to
Au contraire! It is they who listen to you
And are all the wiser for it
value the passer-by,
in public the secret treasures lay
waiting for the day
Gently gain ground…
unleash the senses of a blood hound!
I write to delight
To see the sights
from precarious heights
vicariously if I can
For I am not one man
My soul takes flight
In the dead of night
with deep rooted inertia holding on tight
above the cotton clouds there is no space for fright
only soporific moonlight
set sail midnight kite
away from the constraints of time
Poised on a plinth is a Hyacinth
Stained Periwinkle blue by a Lachrymose sun
bid farewell to a radiant land clad in a garland
of Forget-Me-Nots and Morning Glories
soon to become living legend, one recounted in Ovid’s stories
The tears of Apollo stained the newly formed flower’s petals with the sign of his grief when he lost his beloved partner Hyacinth who lost his life to an accident of Zephyrus’ design.
The Ramblings of a Madman
by Kashfia Nahreen Arittri (Class 12)
Once I came across this person who had the heart of gold. She was amazing and everything she did she did it for the people, people who didn’t even know she existed. I asked her, “Why do you work so hard when you don’t even get any appreciation?”
She replied, “You don’t do good deeds for appreciation, you do it because that’s the right thing to do. You do it because you want to be honest to your conscience. I don’t need people’s approval, all I need is to know that what I do affects people in a positive way. As long as I am able to help people I will be happy.”
That was the day I started seeing the world in a new light. The day when I realized true happiness doesn’t depend on material things. True happiness lies on finding a purpose in life, a purpose that will help others, and working hard to pursue it.  I don’t even know what the person who changed my world was called, but I know as long as I live I will follow in her footsteps and I will do what I can for the betterment of this world. I will never forget her, she will always be in my heart. She will forever be my inspiration. 
“We are the monster that kills the song in a bird.”
Everywhere I turn I see broken pieces, torn clothing, shattered windows, demolished houses, fallen trees and I know that all if these are the results of human deeds. Misery, sorrow, pain, hopelessness and desolation I see in every corner of the world and the knowledge that all of these too are the work of human beings eats me up. It seems like all we know is how to inflict pain, how to cause violence; that all we are good at is making each other suffer.
Time after time we have proven to our own selves that destruction and wretchedness are what we know. Cruel, greedy, vain, conceited, violent, jealous, sadistic, unsympathetic, indifferent, heartless and cold: all these are our worst qualities. These are the qualities that command us to vanquish all the good, to annihilate all the happiness .
We claim we want to be happy. We also claim we want others to be happy too. And yet when we see someone other than our own selves being happy, we try our best to ruin  their merriment. We let jealousy get the best of us. We can’t stand to see someone doing better than us. Yes we do smile and say we are happy for them, but in truth we are far from happy.  We pretend to be civil but on the inside we are as discourteous as it gets.
But we do possess the quality to be genuinely happy for someone else; we do have the ability to be kind and compassionate . And there people who are kind and full of goodness. But for many of us, we let our worst qualities take hold because following the wrong is much easier than following the right. Our worse traits have an allure to them that is hard to resist, and often times than not we let ourselves be carried away by their temptation, however evil may it be.
Causing violence is one of our main traits. Since the beginning of our existence we have instigated so much pain, so much sorrow that at times every good deed we do seem like nothing compared to the bad ones. We have now almost existed for 200,000 years -a very long time-, and yet after all this time we are still as uncivilized as we were back then. Yes, good indeed does exist among us, but we crush it again and again.
We say we live in a civilized world, where people are kind and generous. We say we live in a world where we have freedom but not cruelty, a world where we all get along. We say we live in a world free of injustice, where all is fair. We say we no longer discriminate based on race, age, gender, sexual orientation or religion, where we are all viewed as human beings.  And yet after claiming all those things we have wars, where people viciously, mercilessly kill each other. We have our freedoms snatched away by the government in a moment’s notice. Yet we constantly keep on infringing upon the rights of others. We have corruption ruling the world. We still discriminate and stereotype against people. We still do the things we insist we don’t do.
Yes we no longer live in caves, we no longer roam around not properly dressed. We now live in houses, we work in clean offices, we use cars, we dress ourselves well, and yet we somehow are more uncivilized than we were back in the olden times.
Back then whatever we did we did to survive, and now whatever we do seems to be for our own personal gain. Whatever we do seems to be done in order to satisfy our insatiable greed. We ruin countries, kill billions of people just because they have something we want.
For years we enslaved people and made them do our bidding. We deprived them of their rights and called ourselves their masters, when we were and are all the same.
Hitler tried to annihilate people belonging to the Jewish religion, and what did we do? We let him torture and kill them while we pretended to live normal lives. Children and elders were killed in gas chambers, families were separated, people starved, beaten and tortured in Auschwitz and we let it all happen. The only reason we finally helped was not because we wanted to help the Jews but because it was what would benefit us.
We saw Afghanistan fall apart. From a beautiful country it was turned into a rubble and once again we did nothing. We watched quietly as women were suppressed, -degraded to the status worse than that of animals. When we finally did act it was because it finally affected us. 
We saw Syria and Iran and so many other countries struggle and then fall to pieces, and did nothing. We watched as they were torn apart. Once again we acted when we knew it’d benefit us. Even now the Syrian refugees are being turned away by different countries who are unwilling to take in refugees.
Why do we stand by and let it all happen? Why do we not speak up?
If all us stood up together and fought against all the evil and injustice the world would be a much better place. Why does it have to affect our lives for us to act? How can we turn a blind eye and let other people suffer? How can we live with ourselves?
How long are we going to let all these go on? How long are we going to remain silent as countries crumble down to dust? As people turn into mere skeletons? How long are we going to let unfairness reign freely? We have the power to fight for the good. We have the ability to do what’s right. If we only fight and beat the inner demons within trying to overpower us; if we only put our minds into doing what’s right; if we all stand together and wage war against the corruption, bigotry and inequity around and among us; we can make this world a better place.
I was walking home the other day and I saw this homeless boy by the side of the road and suddenly I started wondering what it would be like to not have a place to call home. That wasn’t the first time I saw a homeless person, the streets of Dhaka are filled with them, it’s just something about this particular boy spoke to me, something about him made me wonder. He didn’t look much older than me and I couldn’t help but think that in another life, if he wasn’t homeless, we might even have been friends. 
Life is unfair, isn’t it? I mean what right do I have to have a home when someone else doesn’t? I look around and I see all this pain and misery, and I wonder what the point of life is. Do we even have a purpose to be alive? Why is it that some people get whatever they want while others don’t even get what they need? 
We, human beings, possess both the good and the bad. Despite all our bad traits we do have some good ones. We have a conscience and we have our intelligence. We are capable of doing things other creatures are not. We can use our mind, our brains to make this world a better place, -a better place not only for human beings but for every living being.
There are so many among us who devote their entire life making the lives of others better. Mother Teresa dedicated her whole life into serving others. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr spent his life fighting for justice and equality for African American people. Begum Rokeya fought so that girls could go to school. She fought for the basic human rights that girls were deprived of.
We do have kindness in our hearts, we do possess compassion. We just need to focus on our good qualities.
People say we would never know what good is without knowing what bad is. But how much more “bad” can we take? Isn’t this high time we stop and learn to live in peace and harmony?
 We are all human beings and we need to learn to live with each other without tearing one another up. It is time we take a step and stand together and fight for what is right.
 We need to stop the violence against each other. We need to embrace our good and vanquish the bad.
We are intelligent beings with so much to offer. We have so many talents and so much to give back to the world. We can all use all we have to make the earth a better a place to live in.
We need to respect one another and do what is right. We need to stop hurting others and help each other. We need to be kind and compassionate. We need stop trying to dominate and suppress others. All these tiny efforts will make the world a better place. Life would be so much more wonderful if only we try and do what is right . 
I await a day;
 A day when the sun will shine brighter than ever,
A day when the light will glisten in every corner of every hallway.
I await a day;
A day when human beings will rise above violence and cruelty,
A day when happiness will take all the pain away.
I await a day;
A day when laughter and gaiety will fill every street,
A day when for the new tomorrows we will make way.
I await a day;
A day when war will be a thing of history,
 A day when lives will not waste away.
I await a day;
A day when humanity will stand together and be brave,
A day when corruption and deceit will be shooed away .
I await a day;
A day when rape and sexual assault will come to cease,
A day when we will keep crimes and violence at bay.
A day like that I await,
A peaceful world I dream of;
Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow,
Maybe a hundred years from now,
I just know that someday
Will come that long awaited day.  
Life is a collection if not recollection of memories
Yesteryear with its temporal moments is a sentient story
And here we find ourselves, a year later
There have been ups and downs like in an Elevator
Another birthday to celebrate,
Although happiness has a predilection to hastily dissipate
It’s important to focus on the journey and not the ‘checkmate’
Enjoy the experience, gone is the past tense
Victory day arrives, let the commemoration commence!
Written by: Anindita Farzana
Disclaimer: The following composition is replete with elliptical constructions and grammatical errors. Some were intentional.
The ominous three spaced periods
The brief, awkward pause followed by an obvious lie
How she trails off into silence and leaves me in suspense
Verbose thoughts compressed to something laconic and sensible
Ellipsis and so forth!
“Here I am mentioning the five components you vaguely recognize, now figured out the rest!”
Ellipsis, the trusted companion of a sentence that can’t decide whether it did or didn’t mean “it”
Omitting my likes and umms and parentheticals to hide the fact that I am perpetually clueless
Ellipsis, my parents’ comprehensive explanation to why learning an instrument equates to being a class-
“You know … ?”
NO. No, I do not know
And I have never known
And I never will know If people keep trying to communicate with blank spaces instead of words
I will never know “I don’t want that.”
That’s a compendious sentence! Bravo! I now know what you don’t want.
“…” Not a compendious sentence.
Ellipsis; The three malicious dots replacing everything I desperately need to tell her
Ellipses ; The exclusion of the possessive “my” when referring to the limbs attached to a body that carries
whatever it is that I am
Because I know now that nothing can ever truly be mine.
Maybe the rest of the world is amply insightful but I find this maddening
I apologize, Universe, if my lack of acumen disappoints you
If you were expecting me to be as astute as the rest of them
I am no cryptographer
I do not want my life to be a poem
No more metaphors, symbols or poignant analogies
My brain cells have as poor a work ethic as I do
Give me concise answers, absolute truths
Instead of ambiguous holy verses
Three dots in the absence of words DO impede my ability to understand.
Don’t mimic Robert Frost
Let war be war, not a possessed, snarling buzz saw
They say that failure’s been ensured by my inability to prioritize
Maybe they’re right
I could only pay attention to the teacher’s hair in literature class
When asked to explain what “daffodils” represented,
There they were again
I’d still rather write a monograph on her ringlets
than explicate my thoughts on Carpe Diem.
What if the day escapes my grasp?
What if some lives just
aren’t meant to be lived to the fullest?
What if some lives just
Tell me, Universe, can I tell her the truth without getting punched in the face?
Why am I so fond of the bitterness In people, thoughts and beverages?
Why can’t I ever eat a turkey sandwich in peace?
Will I die a hero or live long enough to become a flesh-eating protoctist?
I have essayed to discern this.
I’m sick of seeking answers from that horrendously large book.
Make me a study guide
Or the divine equivalent of SparkNotes
Tell me what you want me to want to be.
But no signs, please.
No cracked mirrors or howling winds or dead birds…
Dead Spot meaning:
The window is open still
And will be for ages until
All is illuminated by this vision
No boundaries, no division
As the world is lit by candle light
Already beginning to lose sight
For every wrong there is a right
He who shall end the eternal night
It’s easier to succumb to greed
Than attempting an honest deed
But think before you act
Weight the gravity of its impact
What the shadow fails to hide
Is that a coin has more than one side
Reality warps as those tears
Let loose a thousand fears
Can you sense the gentle breeze?
A million souls it shall subtly freeze
Feel the rain wash away your regrets
Late at dawn when the sun sets
Through bleeding eyes glimpse
As the fading light of an eclipse
Begin to take shape and define
Something different, something divine
Let those who have been stained
From this day forth be forever unchained
Silently he has grieved
on behalf of the deceived
But now the time has come
To save the silenced, the lonesome
Giving voice to the echoes
He casts aside their shadows
Daytime leaks through the shutters
In the corner a lone butterfly flutters