Nazmul Haque Poems
|81.||The Make Up||12/10/2011|
|82.||The Inside Edge||10/27/2011|
|84.||The Absolute Truth||7/21/2011|
|85.||The Shepherd's Song||5/15/2011|
|86.||Nature Of My Motherland||5/15/2011|
|87.||The Anatomy Of Love||10/29/2011|
|88.||Oh My Heart!||12/19/2011|
|89.||It's Autumn Now||8/29/2012|
|90.||Paris And The Golden Apple||9/9/2011|
|91.||My Dearest Someone||10/5/2011|
|92.||Pessimist Vs Optimist||10/5/2011|
|93.||The Little Simple Joy||6/24/2011|
|94.||The Bridge Of Love||11/10/2011|
|96.||The Reflection Of God||11/20/2011|
|97.||The Definition Of Beauty||11/25/2011|
|99.||The Eternal Love||4/30/2012|
|100.||Rhythm Of The River Of Life||12/1/2017|
|101.||The Concrete And The Abstract||10/13/2011|
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The Concrete And The Abstract
The concrete is visible,
the abstract is invisible.
The concrete is the outside,
the abstract is the inside.
The concrete is objective,
the abstract is subjective.
People go on searching for
God in the concrete.
'We would like to see God'
But only the concrete can be seen;
the abstract has to be felt.
The concrete can be seen-
with the eyes open,
the abstract has to be seen-
with eyes closed.
God is inside you, as you.
You cannot stand outside God
and see Him;
you can see Him
only from the ...
How one can decide how my day will pass,
with a smile,
How the joy of my whole day
I must seek in the whiteness of her eye.
How my sleeping heart must need to wake up,
her unasked permission.
How things take shape in the way I like,
When she likes them to be.