Dead Societies In Lively Nature Poem by Muzahidul Reza

Winter is to the trees
The season of much sufferings in chill
Cold north wind blows
To fall down the degrees in the scale,
Leaves fall gradually
To make the thick dead beds under,
Then hawks the cold thunder
All the season round,
Trees wait for long and long
Till comes the spring,

But humans live here in dead societies
With all the arrangements
To make much pleasure
Throughout the winter happily
Eating, chatting, gossiping, gathering
Walking, wanton loving, cohabiting
No thought, no God in their heart
Life is nothing but enjoyment;

Mist, fog and snow cover
The standing naked trees,
Birds being frightened flee from the dead land
And go to the land of spring to sing for life
Where lively wind from all directions blows
To wake the dead bodies
In new lives with soft touch
Of new leaves, new flowers and new fruits,

Birds, butterflies, bees fly
Around the flowers under the colorful sky,
Tender grasses grow
By the spring of new flow,
Herd of gazelles grazes
Heart of nature flashes,
Contemplations rising spring
In enchanting sphere of beautiful sights;

In running nature
Winter and spring go side by side,
In stagnant societies
No such changes in humans can be found.


Muzahidul Reza
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