I Doubt Poem by Md Mahboob Alam

Chatting with a friend
A smart city dude...
I went on to say,
'Buddy, do you know? ..
With little puffs floating beneath,
Dark nimbus sailing through,
I have breathed ma childhood
In the abode of clouds.

On rainy bed-times
of sweet heavy doze.
I have soothed my ears
with the rythmic euphony
of the rain drops
beating the iron tops.

Amid the Self-Study-times
of blank thoughtfulness,
Morning and evening
in the air of silence,
I have listened so close
the chirpy insects(jhingurs) .

Clear blue sky
mating with snow clad peaks
brought me luck and delight
at charming daybreaks.
Happily stopped my play
to witness the hiding sun,
in the colorful end of day.
Hiding behind the tall pines
And seeking for the hills so gay.

The changing color
of the maple.
I have silently admired
amid constant juvenile.
Shared my grubs with
monkeys within bound.
Studied for exams
at weird places all around.
Yet we lived our lives
completely governed
by the school bell
that so strictly summoned.'

I stopped suddenly
and got lost somewhere.
Fixed my gaze into the distance,
myself knew not where.
My kind friend responded
in light nonchalance.
'what have you been talking about?
...are you okay, in your sense? '

I breathed in
the obnoxious city air
and had nothing to give
but a half smile to my friend
and a thought to myself.
'Will I ever be able to explain,
my life in the kingdom of blue hills.
The legacy of Himalayas
and gift from elite of elite schools,
Warmth and coziness
of VICTORIA and DOWHILL schools? '

...I doubt for lot was unsaid,
unexpressed and lot he never felt.