The Dream Of A Garland Poem by Sk. Nurul Huda

It was a fine day
I was sitting amidst the breeze,
The air brought my nose the scent of night queen,
I thought to make a garland but I had no flower of any kind.
I did not try but time.

One day I was roaming
Suddenly I found a tree full of blossoms,
Some flowers were lying under the tree and I tried,
Bur I couldn't bend to collect and some boys were there.
I did not ask their help but time.


I am sitting here
I wish to have a dream of my garland,
I arrange for it all day long by reading and hearing,
But it do not come and my agitation touches the climax.
Alas! I forget to sleep but time.

What is garland?
Do I need it? What does a garland do?
I don't know it. Have you it? Take care of it.
Have you not yet? Try for it. Run for it. Don't wait for.
Do not ask me why I have not it.

®sk Nurul Huda. 'Songss of 26'