Sk. Nurul Huda Poems

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
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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.
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The art of twisting,
The art of concealing
The art of reversing
The art of throwing people
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I was in a market on some day,
Suddenly I felt I am hungry such,
As if no problem was even on raw hay.
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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
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The time is to view two leaves rather leaves;
To lie lively again in blissful leaves
So leave the life of living with line-less leaves and waves
……… says my Heart.
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we are illiterate
we are the blind ones
we can not watch the essence of the
mighty power of our own mother
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God is mysterious, God is powerful;
Nature is mysterious, it is powerful;
We can't define them, they exist.
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A messaging missed call makes some measured lines
An undelivered call weaves the same as a call from thine;
Nodding both sides signaling ‘no' again brings the lighting letters
And also on one side summons only those ones better;
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