Alluring beauty of ice and snow cleanses my soul and sense.

Oh, white fairy, please keep falling for wishful romance!

Tasneem Hossain, a renowned multi-lingual poet from Bangladesh, shares her poems

Ice and Snow

Shining, sparkling snow and ice,

Fluffy flurries falling from heaven, oh so nice! 

Hanging icicles on branches and leaves sparkle bright,

Brown black branches dressed in snow look so soft and white

Sizzling sunrays on rooftops dazzle my eyesight.

Far away the snowcapped mountains and clouds above in the sky,

Glistening water of slippery ice makes me gasp and sigh

Children’s laughter making snowman, whistles past by.

Thick white cold feathers make my lips chapped dry;

Holiday makers with skates and skis rush swiftly to mountains high.

Tread on the soft velvety white snow very quiet,

Footsteps slow on the black ice, guess I have to be right,

Lest I fall and injure my waist or spine!!

Trying not to get icy cold wind frostbites,

Hold on to my woolen clothes very tight.

Sipping hot coffee in front of the fireplace in a shawl,

Night is early, yet not dimming the world at all.

Glimmering moonlight on white jewels fall,

Brightening mother earth with such a pretty sight!!!

I sing and dance to celebrate in delight.

As the cold winter bids farewell and melts away the snow,

Beautiful delicate pink cherry blossoms grow,

Pink petals floating down carpeting the ground below

Time to clean the garden and start to mow,

Daisies, daffodils, tulips and lilies, cherries, grapes and tangerines to sow

Bask in the scent of spring and colours, to bloom and glow.

Deep inside, I yearn for more downy flakes.

Dazzling dancing white angels from heaven,

I long for the magical white fairyland once again.

Alluring beauty of ice and snow cleanses my soul and sense.

Oh, white fairy, please keep falling for wishful romance!

***

No Closed Doors

There are no closed doors,

Only passageways from one door to another door;

Path before the door left behind is experience,

The path you are walking is test resilience;

The open door in front is hope in the distance.

Never regret the door left past,

It led you to now: who you are.

Never fear the path you are walking now,

It will lead you to the path after next door, allow.

The door beyond, keeps your walking endowed.

Sometimes the path may make you cry,

Sometimes anger, sometimes agonize,

Sometimes repent and sometimes laugh,

Sometimes it may make you comply.

Each path has a meaning sublime.

This is all life’s journey about.

Sometimes sour sometimes sweet,

Sometimes bland sometimes spicy;

This world is just a box of fancy.

These all make life’s variety.

Smile at the door you left behind,

Walk towards the door in front, upright.

***

The Devil Inside

A devil in my head

Goes scratch, scratch, scratch.

Its nails claw inside my brain

And let it bleed.

The palms play loud:

Thump, thump, thump.

A strong headache,

it jabs on the skull.

I go dizzy.

The devil inside says

“Go, play foul and evil.”

The flowing blood

Tries to cool it down.

Cells go crazy play havoc.

It’s so insane

Reason argues,

Emotion pleads.

The fire inside

Burns me alive.

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Published under International Cooperation with "Sindh Courier"