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N [STOLEN] FEELING
I learnt from the process
Burnt by the difficulty of success
Who am I?
What I learnt from life??????
Dynamics of universal systems. . .
THE STOLEN PAST and THE FALLEN FEELING
Unforeseen annoyance
A part of life became the whole of it
Healing, curing and replanting
recovery to the former world?
With the farmer coming to it?
Neither recovered . . . nor re-covered
Something between
That mean . . I been.
No resonance of the fall
Fell silently into its hall
But heard is the unsound
Hitting the ground, breaking its bond
Knocking at the heart
Passed out just a minute ago
A violent act of nature
Touched its creature
Became suddenly conscious
Putting it unconscious
Piercing the darkness the day
Looking at the life of hay
That fire component
Is the dyre proponent
Where is everything I care for?
There is nothing to care of!
Discern is a BELIEF. . .
What anyone can do to that?
Let HIM turn –
The patience into spirituality
And boredom into creativity
A reminder of morality
As one (or) as whole
Seek the joy of positivity
Death is uncovered
But discovered only when it arrives.
The array and aroma are same only for some
The gravity of the grave is not far away
Just a minute away to get the spirit away
Anyway . . .
ELEGY TO MY SECOND MOTHER
[THE TEACHER] - My Model. . .
DR. UNOOSE BEGUM, FORMER DEAN OF ARTS &
HEAD, DEPARTMENT OF COMMERCE, TBAK COLLEGE, KILAKARAI
[1961-2009]
Me - not an artist
But dean of arts created an artist.
Thy closed grave
Opened my pen to the first line.
The trumpet walk
Keeps our heart vibrant
Still…still…still…
Be like a bee – your trust
Then! Why have you flown to rest?!
Keeping the hearts of near and dear
to feel yours- THE BEST
Dream is unreal
But the real dream of yours
has become really real.
Yes! We shine with many deeds
And I want to know
Whether they glitter in your sphere!
Yes,
I can see you seeing it.
Because the true heart carried it’s prayer to God
Now the rest in the nest having it’s prey.
Thy body couldn’t bear the strength of thy mind
Made it walk with a stick
To pour the power of intellect directly into the soil of TBAKC.
Oh mother!
Enough of yours entered this earth
Why you alone entered your mother’s earth?
To strengthen the roots to shadow your blood?
And not want to burden the people your livelihood?
Why no leave for this left soul?!
We know. . .
You like to enlighten the minds
And never want to darken the heart of knowledge gate.
Medicine could not cure you
The medical person too. . .
Could not save you
Because healthy soul can’t battle with wealthy world
Instead, will be well kept by its Creator!
May His peace be upon you
