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Built in a Belfast shipyard
for Shaw Savill ‘n Albion Line.
On her flagstaff wind ‘n lee
flew the Southern Cross ensign,
down a slipway to the sea
launched afar by Her Majesty
Behold her pale eau de nil
green ‘n painted hull of grey,
at twenty knots her rate
twenty thousand tons aweigh.
On the seas a ship of fate
the world to circumnavigate
Yon the Empire far ‘n wide
from Southampton to Trinidad.
Where from ship to shore
off I waved goodbye as a lad,
till in the distance I saw
my home to be nevermore
Smoke from her aft funnel
into a big Caribbean sky blew,
then set a course westerly
by merchant captain ‘n crew.
And to each port ‘n quay
across the ocean carried me
I remember gazing in awe
up ‘n down her length ‘n beam,
at the mighty waves below
and how sea ‘n ship did gleam.
In canal gates under tow
winding our way lazy ‘n slow
Crossing the equator I saw
Davy Jones ‘n King Neptune
rising up out of the deep
‘neath a high December moon.
Till in safe passage ‘n keep
back to the depths they leap
Out on Oceania as a boy
in the lido deck pool I did dive.
The Southern Cross ‘n me
would our long voyage arrive,
on in all her hope ‘n glory
the grand old lady of the sea
On final Far East voyage
would alas be her swan song,
beached on a tidal seaway
sold ‘n scrapped in Chittagong.
A line flagship in her day
stripped bare where she lay
Written: May 2017
It was on board this ship nearly 50 years ago that me and my family left Trinidad bound for New Zealand - I was nearly 8 years old. We arrived on Christmas Day 1968 in Wellington (pictured) and a couple days later disembarked in Auckland. Built in the same shipyard as the Titanic in 1954, the SS Southern Cross had a far more fortuitous career transporting immigrants and pleasure seekers across the British Empire until her sad and final resting place in Chittagong, Bangladesh (pictured) where she ended her 50 years of service as the Ocean Breeze in a ship-breaking graveyard in 2004. She was the first passenger liner to be launched by a reigning monarch. Not a big ship by today's standards but as a boy to me she was huge - I thought she was magnificent. Still do.
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
Birth is not from sin but from the best love,
from the faithful love of two biological soul;
From the gushing liquid I'm as if an aquatic animal
Birth is not from the drop of Pacific Ocean
but from the drop depth more than that
This is I from the royal love,
from that love me and my soul
an animal of power of speaking,
holder of best conscience,
with six senses
I'm human
They make me Hindu, Buddhist, Jew, Christian, Muslim, Sikh
title me with any other name,
although from my birth I'm human,
the best shaped animal of God
Since then I learn what are taught to me
I build me on that path they teach to build
I learn sin or virtue how to teach me,
wickedness, virtuous, hatred, vengeance or love,
I learn the same as they teach me,
Because I'm human, following being only!
From the unknown time
I learn all in divided laws,
on the tone of faithfulness and unfaithfulness,
in the verse of belief and disbelief,
which are taught me from predecessors learning
Because I'm human, following being only!
From the Holy Scriptures
I learn that are taught to me from good or worse,
As pantomime doll I stay in mimicry
I learn from the holy Vedas, Jabur, Tawrat, Tripitaka,
The holy Injil, Qur'an, Granth Sahib….
Learn more from the Holy Scriptures
Because I'm human, I believe God
These teachings only for me among the whole created animals
To be best conscious creation
To be united animal, not to be divided follower!
When I look at other created animals
then I find they learn own-self for the essence of life
For them no need the Holy Scriptures
So, am I worse than the other creation of the world!
I learn which are taught to me
I learn everything but forget to teach myself
- March 26,2018 Chittagong
As the essence of water
I am flowing over the entire world
I've power of over flowing
Absorbs me the sand;
Absorbs me the mud,
But I survive easily in them
I live long into them as vivacious life
The Fire burn all
But I can defeat them
With the power of cover
Hold the fire in my cold harbor
The air rules over me
Constrain me hither to thither
But I am everywhere staying as detectable
The air hidden into me as invisible
Wanted I am in dark!
I want to see the dark
But dark is not visible to me,
I want to hear but dark is not audible,
I want to feel it
But nothing I find to feel as constituent
I want to touch lonely,
Not even at this touching point
I am hopeless.
I want to devour it
Helpless I am also here,
Now I am coming on me-
To meditate on it
‘O failure chaser' the dark said-
‘You are a fool of sight,
Have no power in your eyes,
For the light of sun,
For the lit of moon,
For the burning brightness of fire
You see; you see all.'
‘O failure' the dark said-
‘There is no dark
I am the essence of your entity from the beginning
You are raw existence of the genesis
Open you inner eyesight; look there is no dark,
What you do not see that is for your absent of inner eyesight! ‘
- March 04,2018 Chittagong
But I learn and oblige to learn
which are taught to me, how to teach me
From the divided Holy Scriptures;
which are followed our predecessors
the divisions lives in belief and disbelief,
No division is in ethics; in morality of daily life
and this alienated learning is only for me!
Because I'm human, the divided follower;
the best created animal; the supreme conscience;
the great meditated thoughtful human;
the best powered in speaking animal in this earth,
from that faithful love of biological soul
But I lost myself
in the greatest divided Holy Scriptures;
in the bangle of belief and disbelief;
in the holy separated verse,
And I forget my greatness;
forget that I'm from only one God;
forget that love from which I've taken birth,
from that love which has no form of divisions;
no form of hatred, vengeance;
From that love I've taken birth which has form of unity,
has great ecstatic mystic harmony;
from that love which only knows to be assembled in peaceful coalescence
and for the essence of daily life.
I learn which is taught to me
I learn everything but forget to learn myself
they teach me everything except the greatest truth that- "I am human."
- March 26,2018 Chittagong
I also feel the pain, I feel sorry
When I am forced to hate someone,
I live in the heart of happiness
When I love and get love from all,
Because I'm human
I have a conscience
I have the power to judge myself
I am not the angels
Those who were created only to do
what they are commanded,
They are just a natural robot!
They have not the conscience, intellect, and feelings
I am not the prophets or the messengers
Those who came or those who were created
only to preach the message that has been taught to them
Although, the messages are frictional with the before and after!
They are also the robot without conscience
I am not God or Creator
Even though He is omnipotent
He wants to take revenge
From those creations (weak)who disobey Him
I am just human
My religion, beliefs, cultures,
The principles of life and death
Everything is my free-spirited conscience,
I have a conscience
I have a good sense of justice
20.10.2020 Chittagong
I'm emotional
To you all my likings
One of the insane character
In the scriptures of love, I am ignorant
In the comprehension of love, I am a constant failure learner
Your affectionate smile, your shy look,
The obscure ripples of the lips pair
Kills me over and over again
At the center of this fascinated emotion
When I look back at the moonlight
It illuminates the world with your beauty
In the words of the morning hymn,
in the verse of the song, in the stanza of the poem
Hither, thither, everywhere I find your name
of the blooming flowers in the garden
In every petal, I get your engraved name
The alphabet of all the languages of the world
Just write your name in my heart
I am insane in you, I am the Farhad of that Shirin
Forgetting himself who was only mad at Shirin
I can only see wherever I look
A reflection of your precious mysterious colors
I- not anymore myself
Tell me, who am I?
10.11.2020 Chittagong
Please, don't put me in a nightmare.
I want to live in the open-minded temple of your heart.
I have seen the full expression of your love.
In the petals of sunflowers, marigolds, and dahlias that are wet with drizzle,
In the vitality of flying migratory birds,
In the delightful ascending smoke of the distant mountain that blended into the sky
Please, don't put me in a nightmare.
I want to live in the natural touch of your love.
I have seen the full expression of your love.
In the fragrance of tuberose that floated in the pure moonlight of the night,
In the vertical attraction of the song sung in silence,
And at the call of the twinkling eyes with the stars in the generous ground of the sky.
Please, don't put me in a nightmare.
I want to live alone with you.
-10.12.2020 Chittagong
Where?
When did you get me fully?
I was just like before
Still, I am the same
In the sacrifice of love, I gave you
Myself, my whole being
But at the end of your thirsty lustful enjoyment
I got my whole being completely
Except one only
I, it's the library, filled to the brim
And you had savored only Kamashastra by yearning!
Sorry!
I could not take possession of you also
You are plentiful also
You are the one who is full of natural beauty
In every part of your sacrifice
was crowded the poetic stanzas
but only one was enough to satisfy my shameless desire
You, the treasure of poetry, the unreachable godlike roots
And I have enjoyed only stanzas of passionate limbs
However, after all these enjoyments
are we not complete?
29.10.2020 Chittagong
From my Hillview home beside the Ruby Gate,
I watched the blood moon rise,
its red fire spilling across the Bay of Bengal.
The sea turned into a vast mirror of flame,
the mountains stood hushed,
their green shoulders brushed by crimson light.
Karnaphuli flowed like a molten ribbon,
carrying whispers of old songs to the shore.
Not alone on the hill,
I felt the city breathing beneath me,
yet only the moon kept me company.
Its scarlet face leaned close,
as if the heavens bent toward Chittagong.
In that hour,
I was both witness and keeper of the glow.
And with my brother Shimul by my side,
We sealed the night in memory, unforgettable and wide