Sk. Nurul Huda
Foot-Prints - Poem by Sk. Nurul Huda
We were present anyhow on the fine place
(It was an International Forensic Team) ,
Mountains were sympathetic to us.
At the stony place it was an evil juxtaposition
Of little fertile lands;
There grew poppies…oh the mothers of opium,
Amid the light breeze at the sinking sun
The place seemed to kiss me-
I arranged to be solitary and managed….
Suddenly I wonder!
Who is coming from the top of the mountain
Clad in white and reflecting lights?
A fragrance also filled the air…He comes and
comes too close to me …my mortal tongue ceased…
The ever and eternal young boy begins-
'I was sitting beside this mountain,
Fragrance of poppies make me too about to sleep
I tried to write a poem as I used to do but
ON THE DIVINE DAY no subject came.
I watch to the front...to the elusive horizon,
Grey was the light.
I try to look up to the sky,
Blue was covered by light cloud.
Vaguely I observe a black bird was flying madly.
Alas! yet no subject came...
Suddenly I heard a sharp and shrill sound of siren;
I run and run..and run.
The sound seemsto catch me with love.
No subject I need....no poetry...
Run run and run and I run blindly...but.
That mortal tragedy brought me the fortune to
Enter into the Eden, the God's evergreen Garden....
Now frequently I come to this place
To have a Ariel look and read my poem I engraved
By my Running FOOT-PRINTS, the poem my hand
failed to write to your false paper.
Goodbye my salaried and edited ex-friend.....'
After the tiny transitory trance I feel as if
I was on a divine trip as
Mohammod's(peace and blessing be on him) Miraj.
©Sk Nurul Huda for 'SONGS OF 47'.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Comments about Foot-Prints by Sk. Nurul Huda
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