Humera Sultana

Rookie - 429 Points (Hyderabad, India.)

The Sandstorm - Poem by Humera Sultana

The Sandstorm
Suddenly a dust storm
Raged on my portal
Full of sound and fury
I plugged every opening in my room
To escape its deathly savagery.
Mouth dry as dust, tasted dust
Choked with dust; I laboured a breathe
Eyes stung and closed forever.
After the battle, laid to rest
The daylight that shone on the grave hole
Melted into an orangish dust
And settled as a dark night.
I pulled my shroud from my face
Found myself in a loamy chamber
Walls of dust, roof of dust and a bed of dust.
Panicked with dreadful awe
Teary eyes mixed with grime
Saw two bright faces challenging my might.
Believer that I was, Believer that I am
And Believer I shall always be.
Allah my creator, Islam my faith
And Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) the love of my creator
Rescued me from the quicksand.
Oh! He sends sandstorms to merge winter with summer
To swallow diseases and bugs that would the world plunder
And a homecoming reminder
For human fragility to remember
'Dust you are and to dust
You shall return sooner or later.'
Humera Sultana
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Topic(s) of this poem: death

Poet's Notes about The Poem

The poem Sandstorm is an analogy on death.

Comments about The Sandstorm by Humera Sultana

  • Aranthabailu Ummar (8/9/2015 2:56:00 PM)

    I don't know how much I can write here. This phrases are describing the 3 things.
    one is natural changes occurs in our surroundings is a common thing
    But quite difficult to us those who are foreigner to this land.
    these storms goes beyond from our imagine as we had heard in our childhood.
    It may be a fight between cold & winter.
    Second thing it have something grasp ourselves about our life and death.
    How we lived, how we acted in front of others, how built our selves
    and it is a indication of beingness in this earth either it is furious Ness or with calm
    Your poem also expresses the faith to practice way to follow & accept to believe oneness of God.
    Finally it leads us not forget the last sleep.
    the matter of last sleep is beginning of real life.
    and it is a message who created us from dust is returning us to the same
    your poem is a meaningful and makes us to think
    thanks a lot
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  • Md Asadullah (7/12/2015 11:44:00 AM)

    Yes, we humans don't like dust, we clean our home and save ourselves from dust, but one day we will be put inside the graveyard where there will be only dust, Munkar and Nakir will ask us three questions and if one answers incorrectly he/she will be chastised till judjement day. This stage is called barzakh, nice and timely reminder for all humans! (Report) Reply

  • Kelly Kurt (4/6/2015 1:47:00 PM)

    A Lovely poem, Humera Thanks for sharing
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  • Kim Barney (4/6/2015 8:48:00 AM)

    Very interesting poem. Well written. I hate dust, too.
    One of my poems is about coal dust. It is called
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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 6, 2015

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