Poetry

November 3, 2016 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

By

Nurul Hoque

 

 

The Flag On Hand

(Dedicated to Nazma Begum, former Commander UN peacekeeping)

 

 

The pictures it seemed are dark as little

Some greats remain in pleasure there

Silence of light is dancing as a soft twinkle

Humanity in mankind looked better bare.

 

Where the people are continues moulded

Smelling of burnt sulphur twisting on air

Where unfortunately everything is unfolded

Yes! No time to kill the time there.

 

People favour human peace to stand

From up North to South or West to East

Sharing their precious blood as own as lend

To enlighten, protect generations from beasts.

 

Here we looked at two women with courage

Own flag on hand another to remove garbage.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nurul Hoque

Nurul Hoque is a son of the late Mr. Latu Meah of village Porikot, District Comilla about 300 km away from capital city Dhaka. He has taken his graduation of Mechanical Engineering in 1978 and engaged as an Asst Engineer in the same year with Utha International Inc, a company reg in USA for the construction of Hydro Electric Station in his own country.

Later on he moved to many places but at the moment is giving time only for poetry. Except poetry he has forgotten all because poetry is the survival of life. He published 15 poetry books. Mr. Hoque is also an Editor of a monthly literature based paper publish from Dhaka. Now he only knows poetry.

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