The beauty of nature that I saw at Rangpur,
A city of North Bangla Desh,
I can’t forget it was so much amazing,
Believe it or not the sky was flowing on the earth,
And the stars uncountable in numbers,
I saw swimming in the ocean of winds.
Riding a bicycle I felt I was on a ship,
And the ship was travelling to a destination,
Where a moon was waiting for me,
In a bansbari, a house made of bamboo sticks.
Black clouds my faithful true friends,
Having captivated the moon for me,
I didn’t see a star on sky,
And the moon not unhappy,
Dreaming and singing the song,
That is sung while waiting for a lover,
The sun had set after fine rainfalls,
The gust of wind and mud sticky,
Was obstructing the lover,
The message of crickets and its music,
Was inspiring the lover to reach at the hut,
And he was moving on with a procession,
Like a prince of the earth,
To the princess of the hut,
With millions of glow-worms,
Twinkling on the earth like real stars,
Silently lighting the path of love!
Wow this is a beautiful poem in imagery and moon sighting blended with love, yeah as a lunarlover I found it delightful. The mention of glow worms added to its poetic charms too. Great to read u again sir.
Excellent. You write a poem like a painting. I can easily visualize that portrait. I like love it and adore it. Respect and regards... Ruma
Moon, blue sky, trailing clouds, rainfall, gust of wind, glow worms....... all weave round a magic spell for the prince and princess to be bound in love! Enjoyed!
Wow! I am so excited to read this poem because you wrote about my birth place. Beautiful! This iss my fav 1 :)
'The message of crickets and its music, Was inspiring the lover to reach at the hut, And he was moving on with a procession, Like a prince of the earth, To the princess of the hut, With millions of glow-worms, Twinkling on the earth like real stars, Silently lighting the path of love! ' Wonderful poem Akhtar sahaab.. As a Bengali, I sort of went back in time during my childhood when I would walk with my maternal grandfather in his paddy fields, spend evenings with my friends in small huts, and the whole night would at times be spent sharing small anecdotes, and chatting with family members in the light of small kerosine lamp.. Beautiful poem.. It is so bad that nowadays, the simplicity of the villages are lost.. Loved it.. Thank you very much :)
What a vivid poetic expression of the beauties of nature! I felt like I was seeing myself in that situation. I recalled somewhat similar experience I had way back in rural Bengal. Wonderful description!
I'm spellbound by the beauty you have penned... all I can say is beautiful, beautiful and beautiful..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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