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Sunday 13 December 2015

Dream Dawn (a poem)

When the Sun Begins to Rise

                                       
Birds depart from trees,
Fly with gentle breeze,
To fetch back some food for hungry her young one lies,
When the sun begins to rise.

Children are not yet awake,
Father in hands a shovel takes,
To go to his farm to work while the mother meals fries,
When the sun begins to rise.

Enthusiasm is granted,
To those who truly want it,
Breeze carries waves of hope and despair everyday dies,
When the sun begins to rise.

The village has become bright now,
The horizon is within sight now,
The grateful hurries for prayer, for fading dark the Satan cries,
When the sun begins to rise.

© Asif Uzzaman

Saturday 12 December 2015

Night at the Mermaids' Pond (a poem of childhood fantasy) by Asif Uzzaman






The moon was shining, sky was bright,
I was seeing the sight, it was midnight.

The flow of the pond slows down,
I hear a voice singing a song.

I threw a stone into the pond,
A sweet shriek then echoed around.

"How sweet a voice it is!" I thought in my mind,
Suddenly mermaids jumped out - of many kind.

Some were red, some pink and some brown,
Yes, yes, to see them I am first in the town.

They swam round and round around,
Making a soothing sweet sound.

They bade goodnight and went down,
This was the night at mermaids' pond.

- Asif Uzzaman