An Oblation On a Death

Summer day; Chittagong, Bangladesh Though there is no difficulty for the holy Fasting The sun in its usual service From our concrete life, global warming kidnaps jovial motion of the wind Winter is far away from the spring The hotness kills the charming face of the rebirth of love season Warmest weather engraves its gravity He was on the bed of illness for the old age disease The sweat of working shades its drop from every pore of the skin Tears and sweats merge align on moaning news Wind in shocking; no tranquil breeze No birds there are without urbane crows; cawing sounds Tired leaves and tree in numbness Karnafully River flows on lame The path of the city wraps up the warmest dust as if all are going on lament fully around of eyesight In my hearing, a sound is ringing - “No more he the pioneer of Sunniat in Bangladesh” In my hand no knowledge to his great wisdom In my heart no love as like as he has for the Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) In my eyes no taste and eager as like as he has for the holy Medina City In my clothes has a trap of ego but he is free of any showing for the surrendered peace Here I do not come but his love brings me onto his merciful knees of knowledge Here I do not come but his politeness behavior fetches me onto his beautiful smiling Here I do not come but his spiritual wisdom opens all door of love for me like recalcitrant spirit O’ gone; you’ve gone on the scorching sunshine but your spiritual face teaches me to live in love shrine You’ve gone to keep behind me like a lover as an orphan Tell me –how can I divide the love for the human Love you; love you more Certainly, God opens His merciful door God will give you the place under the shadow of His throne That’s why here I shut the eye door of meaningless moan -May 13, 2019 Chattogram An Oblation On Allam Nurul Monawar RA, Chittagon, Bangladesh