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Noman Hamza Poem
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 .
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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?
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Noman Hamza Poem
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?
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Noman Hamza Poem
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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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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Noman Hamza Poem
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 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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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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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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When they wallow in luxury
Yet groan in their greed,
Restless as restless could be;
Not aware of self's real need,
Nor listening to wisdom's words,
Too sure of their crooked creed;
-They could have flown like birds
Quite individual and free,
Not driven by desire in herds-
Not crown but scum of the city,
They deserve not awe but our pity.
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