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Manner : A Poem by Dr Syed Md Zainul Abedin

 

 

Some love to compare and sigh for no reason

As if they are captive in the self made prison


They  always  try to measure others’ treasure

They feel jealous when others seem better


They gloat if others have less than them

And make all efforts to feel deep shame


I hate those who find joy in humiliation

They are like beast in the shape of human


Their manner hurts many innocent hearts

They are always merciless and harsh


I hope such people will change for ever

To live with others for friendly favor



Yes : A Poem by Dr.Syed Md. Zainul Abedin

Youth sings with passion
 
Judges smile and pronounce ‘yes’
 
Tears of joy cool hearts
 
 
 
 

(Impressed by the wonderful performance of talented young singers in audition)

 

Artist: A Poem by Dr.Syed Md. Zainul Abedin

Art lives in the hearts of human
Starting at birth it ends as the setting sun
The first cry of a child is a great art
It stirs the mother and cools her heart
People enjoy smile and sounds of growing child
They rejoice any action as artistic kind

Once I met a  boy seven years old
He was like a flower with flair of gold
I was a guest in their lovely home
He was shy to enter my room
I called him to make him easy
Soon he became my friend and busy

He was curious about me and my passion
He surprised me with question after question
I wondered how to manage a genius like him
He dwelt on wonderful artistic theme
He brought his scrapbook to show his treasure
His joy for sharing was my pleasure

My sojourn was coming to an end
This news saddened my little friend
He looked pale and approached slowly
His eyes were in tears mixed with glee
He extended his hands to offer a gift
I was surprised to see the sudden shift

He gave me an art of a  lovely place
It charmed my heart with its divine grace
He painted a village with a flowing river
People enjoyed the blessing of the Great Giver
I stood speechless in front of the artist boy
Then silently left his home with immense joy

Little Children With Great Hearts: A Story by Dr.Syed Md. Zainul Abedin

The street is hardly two kilometers long.But it is very busy around the clock.Innumerable passers-by  move along the street. Various vehicles also pass by the narrow strip.A footpath attached to it looks like a business centre.Many vendors sell their products here for their livelihood.You will find many things here to shop.Fruits,pancakes,vegetables,fish ,chicken,utensils ,clothing and many other things.You will invariably see some vegabonds,drug-addicts and beggars at any time you pass along the street.

In fact, the street was the southern border of the serene and green farm established around 1900.The centenarian street was graced with a human height hedge comprising many species of plants.About 40 years back the farm with its trees,hedges,orchards,cropped fields, structures and machinery presented a  beautiful   and  picturesque view.Birds,fishes,butterflies,dragonflies, mongoose,rabbit and other animals moved freely  in their pleasant habitats.In my childhood days,once I was amazed by the jumping rabbit while collecting jujube from the orchard.The curious mongoose often stood on their bottoms and surprised me.

The happy old days and the productive farm was swallowed long ago.It was encroached by buildings of many kinds.But the street remained,its hedge was vanished and through years was transformed into a bustling centre of business.

This prologue is not to introduce the readers to the street or its pavement.I am going to tell you  the story of  three children who gave me a lesson on this street.While I was returning home just before the dusk three little kids were bouncing to their destination.They were around six years old.Each of them carried a sack by their left held,the elbow was fixed with one end of the opening of the sack.The small boys collect waste material from the garbage and elsewhere and sell them out for their living.At this age they are supposed to attend school.But poverty and destiny snatched their childhood privileges.Most of them sleep in the slums,some pass the nights on the pavements under the open sky.They can secure food for one or two times a day.So they are seriously malnourished.Usually most of them are barely dressed.

The little boys were dancing their way and met a blind beggar on the middle of the street.The beggar was holding a steel bowl and asking for monetary favor.I can’t remember when I dropped any coin into the bowl of such blind beggar.Despite this the helpless and blind beggars survived.I didn’t know how.

I saw the boys stopped in front of the beggar.They exchanged few words among themselves.Then one of them sent his right hand into the pocket of his jeans pant with patches here and there.His fingers brought out a coin that glittered under the fluorescent light.They looked at the coin.The owner of the coin tossed it into the air and approached the blind beggar.Then he dropped it into the bowl causing it to make  a sweet  metallic sound.They enjoyed the sound and looked at the beggar.The happy beggar reacted by praying for the donor whom he could not see.The little boys were happy too.They have done a great thing.

Astounded and amused,I was locked at the incident.I could scale now how mean I was compared to the little boys.The boys left the spot and I started to follow them.

The exulted and proud boys disappeared among the crowd.They carried the joy of benevolence with them.Inside my heart,I felt a prick of my conscience.I was really a mean human being!But these little boys conquered the selfishness which possessed me.The hearts of the little children were really great.They are noble human being.

Comfort Dog : A Poem by Dr.Syed Md. Zainul Abedin

 

 

Comfort dogs have hearts

Children play safely with them

Savage killed angels

(Shocked by the tragic massacre in Sandy Hook Elementary School)

 

Please visit the following link to read the poem with reviews in WritersCafe :

 

http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/zainul/1090936/

 

The Singer : A Poem by Dr.Syed Md. Zainul Abedin

The singer burst into tears
His voice choked by sad memories and fears
The audience got stunned to see this state
They knew nothing about the fact or fate

The singer sobbed and sobbed for some time
The anchor tried hard to restrain as a pantomime
He began to express the painful story at length
He looked confident and having enough  strength

He told,my heart has been filled with grief
Please listen to the event in brief
Then he told how his father was murdered in his presence
He presented a clear account in full sense

He  remembered how elegantly his father bade him to run away
To save his own life rather than to stay
He confessed that he was very selfish
He left his beloved father dying in anguish

His lament touched the hearts of all in the audience
They all stood and showed deep sense of grievance

 

 

 

(The singer stopped singing at the memories of the gruesome murder of his father)

 

 

Please visit the following link to read the poem with reviews in WritersCafe :

http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/zainul/1088532/