THREE JUNCTION BROTHERS

Three Junction Brothers In the streets of Kutupalong, where stories meet, Three brothers stood at a crossing street. Dusty paths stretched far and wide, Each held a dream they couldn’t hide. The eldest spoke with a voice so clear, "Follow the road that is safe and near. Through life’s chaos, stay steady, stay true, Choose what’s certain, and see it through." The middle brother, with a spark in his eye, Pointed to lanes where hopes could fly. "Let’s take the road where risks may gleam, For every venture begins with a dream." The youngest smiled, soft and kind, "I see no borders in heart or mind. The streets may curve, but paths are one, Each step a story, each turn a sun." Through the bustling streets of Ukhiya’s ground, Where laughter, struggle, and life abound, Three junction brothers, bound by fate, Walked their roads, small and great. ____Ro Riazul Haque