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Cleanliness

                CLEANLINESS
It   is   essential    to   lead     a   clean   life
To    keep   your   body    clean
And    to   keep   your   mind   clean  ,
Clean   ,   bright     and    polished
But    beware   ,
The    thought    that    you   are    clean
Is   the   persistent    speck    of   pride
That   needs   to   be   washed off
Again   and   again
And    yet    again   .




Copyright © Noman Hamza | Year Posted 2014



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A Prayer

It hurts if canker cuts a rose
Or the moon behind  cloud's kerchief goes'
We are that sensitive.
Therefore o God why give
Any pretty girl a runny nose?

Copyright © Noman Hamza | Year Posted 2013

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A Prayer

It hurts if canker cuts a rose
Or the moon behind  cloud's kerchief goes'
We are that sensitive.
Therefore o God why give
Any pretty girl a runny nose?

Copyright © Noman Hamza | Year Posted 2013

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A Turning About

A Turning About 

I thought life was an uphill task.Face turned
Towards the West,head bowed I clambered on 
And on,one among many,seeking some
Vaguely beheld trophy at the top.
The cuts and bruises from impatient slips
Were all,I thought,sure signs of normalcy,
Till I saw some with unhurried steps,
Unruffled looks that clearly marked them not
Of the race and wondered at their strength.
Invited for a sip,curiously 
I went and as I turned cup in hand
To sit on a boulder,lo,in the Eastern sky
Resplendent stood the Sun,the source,the glory
Of it all!And then I understood
The strenght of the softest bud,the measured 
Reach of the tiniest twig,the patience 
Of the aged wood,the rainbow shine 
In a lowly ditch and when I got up again
To climb,it was only for a better view.

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Thorns

           THORNS          
Saw    a   flower   on   a   dung   heap  ,
Rose _ petal    delicate ,    graceful     like    a    queen
Swinging   proudly    on    a    barbed   wire    fence
Among    her     rough     slum- dwelling     friends  ,
Suddenly  ,   shockingly  ,   shedding   all    grace
She   spat    such    vituperative    fire
At   her   enemy - friend
That   it    dispelled   all    my   fears
She   had     thorns  ,
Her   tools   for    survival  .





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At The Baker's

.          AT   THE    BAKERS
A    very   old    Parsi   couple
Sans    teeth   sans    taste
Sans    almost     any    reason
To     buy    lots   of   pastries  ,
Cakes   ,   butter   ,    biscuits
Except   their   grandson
Seeming    boy    half  -   hidden
Behind   them   ,
Who   however   lingered
When   they   loaded   left
Clutching   a   ten   paisa    coin
And   begging   for   a   biscuit .





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Treasure of My Soul

 Conflict
 
The priest ran
Scared to raise 
An ignorant army

On a darkling plain
Loading guns
With dummy

Faith. The froth
Rose arrogantly
In the test

Tube.  They heard
Eyes shut and saw
Ears plugged,

Contorted faces
Expecting the explosion
Any moment.

Slowly
Very slowly the froth
Spilled over

Leaving behind—would
The “faithful”believe?—a near
Essence of religion.



         














I Meet A King


He stood in the middle of the lane,
A toddler in tatters,
Confronting my speeding scooter.
I cursed the nowhere –in-sight,careless mother,
Then shifting gear,
Threatened a mock dash,
Was to him but a big plaything
Come for his pleasure.
The sudden smile over his face
Lit up my heart.
I withdrew a little,
Bowed to his imperial innocence
And humbly went my way.



       
The Sea Of Truth,Land Of Desire


Daunted by its drowning depths
I sought assurance of the rocks
But the sea – it called me ceaselessly.

Frightened by its flood and froth
I clambered inland hurriedly
But the sea – it called me ceaselessly.

Nerves racked by its wheeling surge
 Tried land’s many pleasure groves
But the sea – it called me ceaselessly,

Looking for my roots in glades 
Soon was lost among the trees
And the sea – it called me ceaselessly.

On the beach I sat once off my guard
When the sea crept near me silently
And the sea – it licked me  lovingly.


That moment joy and fear were one
My visions did a somersault
And the sea – it soaked me ceaselessly.

Sea’s mercy makes the inland rich
Sea’s magic makes the sunset glow
And the sea – it gives us ceaselessly.

O thou formless yet unfailing sea
My very own though boundless sea
In turmoil O thou tranquil sea !

I have learnt the timings of the tide 
And make obeisance to the waves
For the sea now thrills me ceaselessly.

How l would to love to leave the shore
And whale-like wallow in the sea
For the sea – it thrills me ceaselessly.

But awed by its mysterious depths
I still sometimes walk the earth
But the sea –it loves me ceaselessly.
  












 

Child How Innocent!Lord’s Delight
Crawling,toddling,frolicking sight,
Playing,lisping,smiling bright,
,Eating,drinking,gaining height
Alive all day,dead at night,
Present gaiety future might,
Nothing bothered wrong or right.
Child! How innocent,Lord’s delight,
Gift from Heaven trailing light.

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God Is Great

         GOD  IS  GREAT
               (  A    hymn  )
How   vast   Thy   ocean  ,  My   Lord
A    lake   compared   is   just   a   drop
How    bright  ,  O  Lord  ,  Thy   sun
A   beacon   burns      dim   candle   -   like.

What   strength  ,   what   range   is   thine
To   create   both   dew - drop   and   deluge
Mere   twigs  ,  we   are  ,  atremble   in   thy   storm .

How  bountiful    thou  art  ,  O  Lord
King’s   crown   is   just   a   begging   bowl.
Beggars   all   we   seek   thy   Grace.

How   good   thou   art  ,  My   Lord
Saint’s     slightest   slip   proves   him  a   sinner
Sinners   all   awaiting   Thy   forgiveness  .

What   deep   mystery  ,  O  Lord  ,   is    Thine
Flash   of   a   genius   soon   an   idiot,s   gape       
Dazed   all   by   Thy    inscrutable   ways  .

How   grateful    ought    man    to   be  ,  O  Lord
For    this   Thy   gift    of   wonder
The   third   eye   as   it   were
To   sense   Thy    presence    every
Even   coursing  through   his   nerves
Content   to   be   the    humblest   in   Thy   court,

How   wasteful  is   man ,  my   Lord
To   let   this   gem   be   covered
By   thick   dust   of   thought
And   the   slime   of   petty    skirmishes
In   spite     of   all   Thy   painters ,  poets
Thy  singers   and   Thy   saints

How beautiful is death in Thy greatness

O   Lord , distinctions   all   dissolve

Thou    and  Thy   will   everywhere

How vast Thy ocean,my Lord,
A lake compared is just a drop.
How   bright,   O   Lord  ,  Thy   Sun
A   beacon   burns   dim   candle – like



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Flypaper World

They were given wings for flight,
By restless flapping to reach the Light.
Alas! on their upward flight they met
A trap all-glitter so cleverly set.
Stuck in the pleasures of worldly things
They twist and wriggle and lose their wings.
Back on the earth they grope and crawl
Forgetting their dream of bliss and all.

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Self-Portrait

Sometimes I think I am a fool
That cannot work with any tool:
What grain is good I cannot tell
Nor can I mend a simple bell.
If mother's asked to bring cucumber
She'll look amazed if I remember.
Sometimes I think I am an ass
That would woo a lovely lass.
But give me pen and some pages
And then enjoy the fool's images.

Copyright © Noman Hamza | Year Posted 2013

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