Sk. Nurul Huda
Sk. Nurul Huda Poems
- Love Tree I did not write you down in poetry Least my ...
- Pre-Monsoon Children In My Vil... Frequent raining on paddy ...
- Hunger I was in a market on some day, Suddenly I felt I am ...
- Foot-Prints We were present anyhow on the fine place (It was...
- Call From My Heart. The time is to view two leaves rather ...
- Haiku-Elusive Morning
- Is It Poetry? The art of twisting, The art of concealing ...
This is Sk.Nurul. He permanently lives in a village Punnyagram, under Memari Police station, Burdwan, West Bengal.. about 67 km West from Kolkata. He begins his writings from the early school life. from class seven he was a subscriber the monthly science magazine Kishor Gayan Bigyan' published from Kolkata by a reputable publisher.he used to take part in quiz and science -oriented rhymes writings.he used to make many models guided by the magazine.besides listening radio was his passion and almost a hobby....dramas on radio was a favourite programme along with songs and news...the correspondence with foreign radio-channels..their programs in Bengali was also the happy days in school life e, ... more »
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'''Everyone writes poem early or lateFrom my poem A Very Common Discover
And everyone is written in a poem or poems.'''
''History after all is the true poetry......G.M.Trevelyan''G.M.Trevelyan
''gather deep diversity(in life) as you are alive.''from my poem-Lamentation.
''Love juniors for they have committed sins less than you/my father..after hearing from one in a religious ceremony.
Respect the seniors for they have made virtuous or pious deeds more than you.''
Comments about Sk. Nurul Huda
I did not write you down in poetry
Least my readers discover you badly-
Pleading my poetic weakness;
I did not paint your face on canvas
Least my viewers devalue you-
Pleading my trembling retouch of the brush.
I wanted to make a narrow castle
Like a cocoon of a moth
And then a free fly to the Heaven.
So l plant you at the deepest Earth of my heart,
Where my lungs provide air and my blood,
As a postman, carries temperature and water.
My young-ling love sprouts to a big shade- tree
Like an umbrella over my head.
Your boughs are ...