Sk. Nurul Huda
Sk. Nurul Huda Poems
- Pre-Monsoon Children In My Vil... Frequent raining on paddy ...
- Love Tree I did not write you down in poetry Least my ...
- 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.''
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Pre-Monsoon Children In My Village
Frequent raining on paddy seeds reports that the monsoon is coming,
And forces the green jamuns and yellow dates for ripening.
Behold for their own mellow fruits none waits for the birds' invitation
The dancing, prancing and divine little lambs run to the dropping destination.
Here the crickets are being disturbed by throwing of mud & stones
In the stubble field who catch the grasshoppers leaving cell phones?
They are the dutiful dads of the little Bengal martins stolen from their nests,
They are the caring parents to rear them up as family members not ...