A Wordsmith And Rider Poem by Sk. Nurul Huda

I could not drive the bike but bought one.
It was my headmaster as an associate
Who taught me how to start and ride the motor-cycle.
'Put the key on and have a look on the metre-
Whether the light is green or not.
Be sure of the bike's neutral condition,
Be confirm- it is not in gear.' And also asked me,
'What is the speed display? '
Zero… I answered.
'Now push the start button ….
Press and hold the clutch and push the gear
In one……'
Yes, it is done, I said.
He instructs-'loose the clutch and twist the
Accelerator …observe the speed metre, …
If crosses ten then change the gear in two
And so on …balance among the gear, clutch
And accelerator and break and necessary
Timely horn and indicator…of-course
You have to drive then in claustrophobic,
Congested roads- not in this open,
Green, grassy-ground.'

He also commented,
'Your handling or co-ordination would
Decide how your long cherished motor-cycle
Would run…and stamp you what a driver
You are.'

In the very moment I reminisced
The advice of my Muse of poesy.
'Make your heart neutral,
Exclude all the heaps of cruelty,
Violence and villainous thoughts namely
Seven deadly sins…Make it innocently Zero.
Now co-ordinate among the thoughts and
Words and intentions and purpose and the ways.
She also added, '…your manipulation will stamp
You, what a what you are.'


®Sk Nurul Huda...'Songs of 26'