Falling from the mountain range,
With my full force,
I bathe the rocks and pebbles.
Following my never-ending course.
...
Being a bright hot ball,
Yellowish, golden,
For centuries I am hanging,
In the sky, since times, olden.
...
Sitting on the wall,
My sweet and fair neighbor,
The Iraqi boy, Abdullah,
Cheeks, so chubby, like rubber.
...
Since I was a tiny sapling,
Till I transformed into a mighty tree,
I am fixed in one point,
Whatever the weather may be.
...
A timid and elegant,
Spry little critter,
Always excited and active,
While scampering hither and thither.
...
I am the only tool,
Of earning people's credibility,
Use me every time,
If you want reliability.
...
Smile- the amicable word,
So friendly does it sound
How decent does it appear,
A smiling face, when found!
...
Burning its wick,
Shrinking its size,
It wails and wails,
And mourns and cries,
...
Though lonely, though poor
Not lonely was she,
Amidst colorful nature
Calmness and extrinsic beauty.
...
Strolling in the woody park,
I walked on and on,
By numerous surprises of nature,
My attention was drawn.
...
Why was it named unsinkable,
When not in the hands of thee,
To save life of a soul,
And overcome any tragedy?
...
Tiny little boys,
Think about the innocents' fate,
Whenever you have a bar.
Of dark chocolate.
...
The tiny icy igloo houses,
In the bitter winter,
They do suffice us,
To give us warmth and shelter.
...
From the tiniest maple leaf-yellow,
Which is smooth and mellow,
To the large and mighty tree
Of pine or willow,
...
I am a small window,
Present at the room's centre,
I am mandatory in a building,
Otherwise no air could enter.
...
One clear morning, we went to roam,
We kept on travelling so far and far,
Until we came across the fields of corn,
In the fresh fragrant air of early dawn.
...
Stars are billions in number,
Glimmering in the sky,
But a single moon can make,
The entire darkness die.
...
I wish I could dwell,
In an abode of clouds,
With serene garden of beauty
And glamour beyond bounds.
...
Before the arrival of the sun,
Everything is still and no sign of fun.
Silence, there is complete silence,
No sound and no disturbance,
...
I travel above the rivers and streams,
Over the hills, plains and trees.
Over the buildings, castles and forts,
I watch the whole world in peace.
...
Rizwana Sultana was born and brought up in the university of North Bengal where her father was a senior medical officer. She started writing poems since the age of 13.When she was in eighth class, she used to compose small poems on her friends. Gradually, her interest grew more and more for poems. In class 9th, she got the second position in recitation competition when she recited the famous poem “The Daffodils” written by William Wordsworth. Since then, she grew more enthusiastic by reading his poems. Right from her childhood, she had a great love for nature and wanted to live amidst natural surroundings. Now she has started composing poems on her own.)
River Stages
Falling from the mountain range,
With my full force,
I bathe the rocks and pebbles.
Following my never-ending course.
Moving upon the rough stones,
Now, I am a river
Forming clusters of white pebbles
Which can halt never.
I continue to move along,
With my full current and speed,
Passing through every hurdle,
Whether it is a rock or weed.
In my unchanging direction,
Further I keep on running,
I drown the land and earth,
And the mud banks while flowing.
I pass through the villages,
Stretching through miles and miles,
Widening at some places,
Near the stones' piles.
I make the strewn pebbles,
Plane and smooth like crystals,
And the small natural gifts, I preserve,
For decades for you to conserve.
Finally, I reach the delta,
From my starting point of peaks,
Which is my destination,
Then I form a maze of creeks.