At the very beginning of my report,
I would like to recall the initial moment;
Initiated by the departments of Rangia College,
On the eve of its Golden Jubilee,
I took part in the guise of a joker.
And on behalf of the English department,
Abruptly, I came into existence amongst the variegated cultural procession,
Led by the sense of highly moral education;
We were entertaining the common people,
And along with instruction, we were almost one thousand students,
Participating across the heart of Rangia College;
The procession shaded the statement of its own:
Unity among discord.
Now it is time we started moving slowly, one step at a time,
And myself as a joker,
Joking in the manner of a joker and pranking with children and fickle young ladies,
In return for gift-chocolates and balloons to them,
I was unconditionally quite happy!
Forwarding ourselves, hand in hand,
I got the sudden blow of tragedy in the fickleness of jokery -
Whenever I found a little boy tied up to a dry pitch,
Holding the fingers of his mother,
Lying on the footpath,
Seeing the rally of cultural variety and
Its message against the evils of society,
Besides the mother and her inheritor son,
They did not able to understand -
What was passing by beside them.
Really, amidst the beauty and crowd of life,
They are lonely and alienated!
Through the roughness of time,
They have been struggling for their fundamental necessities,
And at the same time, we are gathering,
Holding banners and cartoons,
And raising our revolutionary voice in favor of human rights!
Closely, after seeing their notion on toast,
And the face of penniless, like a dry pitch,
I could not lend my helping hand to the number of poor,
Both responsibly and financially,
I was disallowed... because
I was holding the flag of peace and unity,
In the name of humanity...
...And that is why, at the end,
I made up my mind quickly with sudden consolation of mind -
"Charity begins at home."
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Author:
Mottakeenur Rehman (
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What a lovely lovely poem Mottakeenur. You have a wonderful heart.
Thnks lt!
Super work M
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You said it, MR, and you said it quite well! Charity does begin at home. If more people would realize that and do something about it, all our lives would be improved.
100./.
Wow a fine society and social poem, u express and describe in a very nice rich way. The scenes are interestingly focused here. Thumbs up.
Always welcome ..I pleased to read your poem!!
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