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JIBON II
Jan 26th, 2015 by abdusshukur

Jibon

Jibon

Teenage trippers,
Ravers and
Paranoid merchants,
Deep dark druggies,
Supermen,
Artists and loving for
a living

JIBON
Jan 22nd, 2015 by abdusshukur

JIBON

JIBONO jakhan sukaye jay , Karuna Dharai eso

Prayer
Jan 21st, 2015 by abdusshukur

7. Do they not look at the earth, –how many noble things of all kinds We have
produced therein?
83. “O my Lord! Bestow wisdom on me, and join me with the righteous
84. “Grant me honorable mention on the tongue of truth among the latest
(generations);
85. “Make me one of the inheritors of the Garden of Bliss;
86. “Forgive my father, for that he is among those astray;
87. “And let me not be in disgrace on the Day when (men) will be raised up; –
88. “The Day whereon neither wealth nor sons will avail,
91. “And to those straying in Evil, the Fire will be placed in full view
224. And the Poets, –It is those straying in Evil, who follow them:

NOT PRAYER Only
Jun 17th, 2014 by abdusshukur

NOT PRAYER Only

   

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NOT PRAYER Only

    It is not the prayer that counts it is the practice,

It is the heart when one bears, a walk on the extreme,

To act for right cause with   courage and without fear;

And in the service of poor and all.

It is to court destiny and to abort the fear of death,

It is to live and carry with it!

 

    
DANCING GIRL
May 29th, 2014 by abdusshukur

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The Beautiful Girl Dances

CIVILIZATION What civilization now Portr…
May 19th, 2014 by abdusshukur

WAITING
May 11th, 2014 by abdusshukur

WAITING
May 11th, 2014 by abdusshukur

WAITNG

   Abdus Shukur





















Here is Sonia, waiting for Ismail.
She’s sitting on the corner of a bench at Victoria Memorial. The bench situates
on the North side of the famous pond of Victoria. It’s the end of March; the
spring festivity of the city is running in full swing. Sweet southern breeze
coming over water of the pond passing gently over her body and face. It is
soothing her mind also. She feels so freshend, and smiling within herself.
Absentmindedly she giggles with a bit sound; there’s a couple in the bench
deeply engaged in their own selves, they are not disturbing Sonia They even
looked up in the sound of Sonia’s giggle. She becomes ashamed but went back to
her own thought, tried to recollect her first meeting with Ismail.

                  She smiles to herself again,
vividly recollects Ismail’s face just four year back in the library room of the
university. She was deeply in a book of Economics, “How to make card of the
library?’’, an awkward mild sound entered her ear, she raised her face, saw a
very absurdly dressed sturdy young man of twenty two. Sonia still recollects
Ismail in so absurd a dress in the university ambience; she cannot restrain her
giggle again; oh! What a dress that was, a red shirt over a dirty pajama, a
market bag full of some old books and other trifles.  That timid voice of Ismail still rang in her ear.
She restrained her laughter somehow, and pointed to the east of the room and
told gently,” pl. go there, find assistant librarian there, he will brief you.”
So saying she plunged herself in her reading; the boy went his way. After
fifteen minutes the boy came back to pass by her side, Sonia looked at him and
hesitatingly asked, “Which class?” “Econ Fifth year” ‘Is it so?’  ‘I’m also there.’ Sonia quipped,’ ‘see u in
the classes. ‘Oh yes,’ the boy shied away then. 

Needless to mention. They met in the classes,
she knew her name Ismail, a peasant’s stout boy passing from a mofussul college
with high scores to get himself admitted in the city university. He knew her
name Sonia, having her mother only, a nurse in city hospital. Being almost of
the same status they mixed with each other very easily. What attracted Sonia
most is Ismail’s simplicity and honest laborious nature, Ismail is also
attracted to Sonia’s honesty of purpose, though a city girl she is neither over
smart nor insincere. And at present both of them are successful.  And what change Ismail has made to herself!
He is now bright young man of twenty six.  

She is in depth of herself, hearing a
pinch sound she opened her eyes, and oh! Ismail is standing in front of her
with smiling and shining eyes. He gently said,’ ‘let’s go.’             

     

 

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I M
Apr 27th, 2014 by abdusshukur

   I M
   I am the one, who forgot to die.
I am the same, who  handle the truth and lie
I am the again, who has to go on and on,
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HE SAID
Apr 11th, 2014 by abdusshukur

HE SAID

   When My servants ask thee concerning Me, I am indeed
close (to them): I

listen to the prayer of every suppliant when he
calleth on Me: Let them also,

with a will,  listen to My call, and believe in Me: That
they may walk in the

right way.

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