A Moment Of Greatest Happiness Poem by Imamul Islam Murad

In this bright city I sometimes go crazy;
All my being is created empty moaning!
I don't have anything
I have lost the best precious opulence given by God no — long ago without my knowledge;
Now looking for —on the way, by bus, in high-rise buildings of the city
Crowded with thousands of people
Everywhere, every moment — is a holy face!
When I was in the village as a child
Once a natural disaster destroyed our field crops;
Stored grain ran out, there was no food in the house;
All of us in the family were sleeping hungry at night;
And I woke up in the morning and saw that the fire was burning
Mom is making bread for us and there was a smile of calm on her face —
We were all round like a circle and sitting around the oven eating bread made by mother's hand;
This was the happiest moment of my life—
A smile on my mother's holy face.