Mottakeenur Rehman


If I were to get pregnant and find

the seeds of poetry in the flutters of core,

Today I would bud them to the sky or underneath the world.

.. ...Let them be effective for the whole universe!


Who never bow down the head to the devastating form of storm

Hey-my optimistic aphorism

in the guise of cloud messenger

Downwards the juicy water of the rainy season

Let the faded flowers bud be waked up

And may heartily the peaceful pigeon 

fly off to the corner of the straggle liberty!


By getting the warmth of frozen bosom of the rainy season

in the face of drought victims 

may laugh comfortably the lightning-thunderbolt there.

Hey-the oracle -you just roar up

Listening to the sound of your growling,

Shivers the whole body of sensibility of mine;

Beyond the sea,swimming across the water of thousand rivers boundary

I wander to look for the stick of reality.


Hey-the All Mighty!hey~Allah!hey~God!hey~Ishwar

Give me the boundless divine power

Through the massive flux of the ocean of humanbeing,

Either to steer the arms of capability 

Or for the sake of truthfulness

I intend to be a bold one like the genius sailor Christopher Columbus.



  • Michael Edwards

    Your works are always a joy to read M

  • Lorna

    My goodness this is beautiful... you are soaring!

  • FredPeyer

    Well written, like how you bring all the different Gods, the oracle, storms, and the Universe under one 'roof'! I do hope you will succeed to be 'bold like CC'!

  • Yahchanan AbiyaH

    Worth the wait. As Kat said you are a unique talent. As Michael said, always a joy. Alliteration without overdoing it. Internal rhymes when needed. Smooth flow and expansive vocabulary! Well done.

    • Mottakeenur Rehman

      I think I stole a bit of of rhythm from your comments that's why I am still alive and able to fulfil your expectation!!

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