Summons From the World-out-of-Reach

We have talked much. Let us love silence today.
The beautiful nature isn't garrulous today,
completely speechless and silent–
Grass, trees, rivers and the sky. The stark reality
Lies in the heart. Overwhelmed and flowing. Wordy speeches
Fall flat on the ground, silence spreads like grass.
Today at post-forty summoned the world-out-of-reach–
Masses and materials floating in Nuh Nabi's floods,
Erasing the daylight deep night has come.
Today we want conscience bloom like tree:
We want streams within the rivers; sky beyond the sky;
Incessant sheds of open sunshine, rains, and moonlight;
We'll cross the boundary of land breaking through it from within.
Not sound it is, but downpours of a silent and luminous night
That grows lakhs of grass and millions of flowers in forest and mind.

Nazib Wadood, born in 1961 at Rajshahi, is a medical graduate, fiction-writer and translator. He edits a monthly literary magazine Nirjhor and the literary little magazines Porilekh and Nandan. E-mail: nazibw@gmail.com