JourneyA Poem by zainulJourneys were like flower petalsLife moves with events of joy and pain None can predict a time of constant pleasure This may be compared with sunshine and rain All such events together make our treasure
Some time ago went to a beautiful countryside Enjoyed the flavor of paradise with dear one Then started for home taking a rickshaw ride Suddenly met an accident shattering my plan
My wrist was broken causing great problem My fellow was terrified and started to scream The brain could not find anyone to blame A great flaw invaded into a pleasant dream
There was no scope to stop and lament Something had to be done as quickly as possible Rushed to a hospital for emergency treatment Doctors declared the case was quite horrible
They stretched my hand to fix the bone Great pain filled my eyes with tears Doctors consoled me with friendly tone And put white bandage and other gears A captive life began with my tied hand The power of writing was lost suddenly Memories hovered around like flying sand My mother’s face appeared frequently
It was a strange coincidence that fractures Happened to me and my beloved mother I could realize after many many years How broken bones compelled her to suffer
But,her case was worse than my misfortune She had to manage the whole family She was compelled to work completely alone Though it might be a cruel anomaly
I could rediscover my mother in my mind Lack of her photograph gave me freedom Despite our poverty she was very kind Her thoughts and actions were uniform
Knowing about my passion in writing poem She asked me to write on lovely sunbird I selected many words and played with them But failed to solve the challenge, it was so hard
The mishap took me to many hospitals For my treatment and medical test All those journeys were like flower petals That enriched my experience offering the best
I met many patients with serious conditions But they were quite patient and exchanged smile I could learn from them how to control emotions Overcome stress and adopt proper lifestyle
My parents left the world ending mission We shall have to follow them eventually Let’s evaluate our past to define vision And embark upon another life prudentially
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StatsAuthorzainulDhaka, BangladeshAboutI am a born writer. But always hesitated to publish. I regret now in vain. more..Writing
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