Sk. Nurul Huda
Sk. Nurul Huda Poems
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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 ...
The Garden And A Labour
I was walking in a well arranged soothing garden,
Suddenly met a carelessly dressed low paid labour,
“What are you doing” I asked.” Look me I am working, ” replied he.
“This is not a work of a labour normally do, ” again I disturb him.
Move this heap of soil to here, I asked. “Why? ”
He asked and did not offer the answer out of his wallet.
You may plant this compatible, sapling of gardenia beside the rose,
It would be beautiful... I suggested. “Hold your didactic tongue”,