The Flower Poem by Md. Moniruzzaman

In the garden of Eden
At every second thousands of flowers bloom,
Bloom from the closet bud.
Than the divine creation gradually finds the fulfillment,
Spread fragrant, touch the love
And again fall down on the earth
In the soft sweet lap of the land.

Who remembers the flowers?
Who recollects the memory?
Who worships the souls?
But the soul,
The soul which love, love and love,
Never vanish from the time,
Never lose from the mind,
Never decay from the heart,
Never perish from the soul;
This soul gets the immortality
Through the exercise of divine love.

The root of life,
The existence of life,
This is the love,
The love which is only for the sake of love
Only for the sake of love.
For this love, the mortal life
Gets the immortality in the Eden.

This is the fortunate flower,
This is the blessed flower,
And this is the happy flower.
This flower is always blooming,
This flower always spreads fragrant,
While other flowers silently and gently shed
In hard soil of the earth.

This the flower of soul,
The symbol of love,
The symbol of mercy of Lord.