Keeping ventilator in the home is not enough,
For it allows flow of air only in the room.
When a person struggles for breathing,
He may be gripped by dread of doom.
A doctor or nurse can comfort the patient
With a medical ventilator at this stage.
This device may be quite sufficient
If the person is blessed regardless of age.
But everyone is not fortunate during pandemic.
Doctor has to decide to disconnect the device.
The nurse has to comply despite quite traumatic,
The health worker may feel guilty of vice.
Besides these two types of life saving tools,
Another ventilator may have invisible presence.
This is not tangible,but may be felt even by fools.
This ventilates humanity in the name of conscience.
At this juncture of civilization hypocrites flourish,
Let’s invite divine force to rush and punish.
Posted in Ventilator
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Wailing of cicada filled the air,
The home seems dead despite its splendor.
Beauty of spring lost its flair,
Shadow of grief gripped young and elder.
The little boy charmed all by intelligence,
His hunger for knowledge was well known.
A disease harbored in his blood in silence
To summon all neighbors to mourn.
The father of the boy became speechless,
His dream for making him a prince has gone.
His happy life has turned to a mess,
Memories of the sweet child prick as thorn.
An old man walked to the mourning father,
He touched him softly and uttered.
“God protects all creatures with love forever.
Please keep strength of mind and stay steadfast”
The broken person remained silent for a while,
Tears rolled down his cheeks like stream.
He remembered his son’s pain and smile,
His emotions burst out like scream.
The old man embraced the person with love,
They cried together praising the innocent boy.
The place was blessed by divine dove,
The person tossed the child’s clothing and toy.
Diseases like leukemia bring premature death.
People lament the loss and renew their faith.
Posted in Leukemia : A Poem by Dr.Syed Md. Zainul Abedin
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Divine flower blooms in my garden
Angels fly to charm men and women
Unique fragrance greets me day and night
Gift of God always gives me delight
Heaven has stopped at our home
Tears of joy fill my eyes like storm
Everyone is happy to see the flower
Riches of my heart is my daughter
Posted in Daughter :A Poem by Dr Syed Md Zainul Abedin
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The little boy shivered in biting cold
Still he was serving food for young and old
The boy rushed from table to table
His speed matched only with fable
Suddenly a plate fell on the ground
All became alert by the breaking sound
The hotelier rushed to the boy and slapped on the face
He became furious and lost all grace
The guests of the hotel were busy with eating
They looked listless about his beating
A girl stood and asked the owner to stop
He spared him and returned to his place of the shop
The poor boy started his work again in fear
The savior girl watched him from near
The boy looked at her with grateful eyes
She saw that he wore a thin cloth to her surprise
She left the hotel and went to her class
Then she went to the market with her purse
She bought a sweater and returned soon
She beckoned the boy and offered the boon
The face of the boy became bright with smile
He bounced like a bird for a while
The girl felt very happy at the divine sight
She thought at least once she honored human right
( Smile embraced the life of a little boy who was given a warm cloth in biting cold)
Posted in Smile : A Poem by Dr.Syed Md. Zainul Abedin
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