Author: Fazlul Huq

The Nature’s Womb

From the mother’s womb into the serene hamlet, The freshness of the air, water and the ground, The distant views of the hills and the paddocks, The incessant faint murmur from the bay, The overflowing water and fury of ‘Matamuhuri’. The fuzzy views of ‘Sundrban’ in the scattered light, The slowly fading glow of the evening sky. The fire-flies breaking the darkness of the night, Resting under shade of banyan trees in summer heat. Floated in the ‘lakes’ created by the monsoon rain, Observing the fishes swim in the paddy fields, The gently flowing breeze of the winter days. The occasional encounter with a deadly reptile, Climbing up a mango, a coconut or a jackfruit tree, Rushing to collect the ‘spoils’ of a violent storm. Playing ‘ha do do’ during the winter nights, Waking up before the break of day at the prayer’s call, And submitting to the Creator in the house of Lord. Breakfast with rice cakes and the ‘juice’ of the tree, In the company of brothers, sisters and the kin. Walking to school along the undulating walkways, Taking lunch to workmen in the paddy fields, Or along with the father to the market place. Would that you knew what that was! A life of contentment and growth in the nature’s...

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Geraniums have colours and shine

Geraniums are lacked in fragrance but are so gained in colour and shine, As the ones in endless red would remain so unchanged for month after month, So you would see the honeybees make dive and rise to collect the nectar, While the may bushes and the kiwi vines have finished the show and tell months ago, And so have the azaleas and the orchids, The chrysanthemums and the daffodils, The gardenia and the frangipani, The jasmine and the tulips, The wattle and the jacaranda, The hydrangeas and the bottle brush, The red gum and the bluebell, The desert...

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Living in Solitude

Resident of a safe enclosure, A force field that none can penetrate, Except at the owner’s command, Even then no guarantee of an audience! Expressed in a myriad of forms, An eternal disguise in camouflage, Occasionally peeping through the veil, As if playing the game of hide and seek. At times standing still without the slightest movement, At other times traveling at the lightning speed, Away from the meddling crowd, Towards a far-off place that no one can locate. Lost in labyrinth of the maze, Or confined in a chamber of the place, A prolonged wait to meet the...

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As mirrors are made by drops of rain

As the mirrors are madeby drops of rain resting onthe leaves of the gum trees, That would be seen to reflectmore when the fattened leavesmove at the push of the mostgentle breeze, While the sun would be backto make the heightened burnwhen the cover would be no morebut the mugginess in the airwould be so much more, As if the nature would be benton taking the...

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Desert Bloom

Glorify the Lord when you witness the desert bloom, Praise the Creator when you hear the nature’s tune, Prime in goodness as the goodness elevates, Pray in eagerness as the prayer permeates.                       Sovereignty belongs to the Creator, The God in Heavens and the God on Earth, The Living, the Eternal, The Forgiving, the Merciful, The Immense and the Exalted, The Ever-Existent and the Timeless, The Self-Sufficient and the Needless! The One and the Only One!   I submit to the Will of the Creator, I sing His Glory and Praise, I witness that God is the Lord, Of...

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