Category: Literature

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John Keats On the Grasshopper and Cricket The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead; That is the Grasshopper’s–he takes the lead In summer...

Jalaluddin Rumi Moving Water

Jalaluddin Rumi Moving Water

When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy. When actions come from another section, the feeling disappears. Don’t let others lead you. They may be blind or, worse, vultures. Reach for the rope of God. And what is that? Putting aside self-will....

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Sylvia Plath The Moon And The Yew Tree This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue. The grasses unload their griefs on my feet as if I were God Prickling my ankles and murmuring of their humility...

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Jalaluddin Rumi Sweetly Parading You Go My Soul Of Soul Sweetly parading you go my soul of soul, go not without me; life of your friends, enter not the garden without me. Sky, revolve not without me; moon, shine not without me; earth travel not without me, and time, go...

Edgar Allan Poe Alone

From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were — I have not seen As others saw — I could not bring My passions from a common spring — From the same source I have not taken My sorrow — I could not awaken My heart to joy at...

Hafiz Ruby’s Heart

The bulbul’s care is naught but the rose is his mate dear The rose’s care is naught but to bring grace to her cheer Not all lure is what brings the lover’s heart to its fall Master is he who bears compassion to his thrall. Now comes the time when...

One Art -Elizabeth Bishop

One Art -Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn’t hard to master. Then practice...

The Suckling Baby -Allama Muhammad Iqbal

The Suckling Baby -Allama Muhammad Iqbal

You scream as I snatch away the knife from you Do you consider me unkind though I am kind to you? O Newcomer of this sorrowful land, you will scream Beware! The pen’s point is sharp, the prick may hurt you Ah! Why fond of the troublesome things are you?...

E. E. CUMMINGS As Freedom Is A Breakfastfood

E. E. CUMMINGS As Freedom Is A Breakfastfood

as freedom is a breakfastfood or truth can live with right and wrong or molehills are from mountains made —long enough and just so long will being pay the rent of seem and genius please the talentgang and water most encourage flame as hatracks into peachtrees grow or hopes dance...

Bulleh Shah My Eyes Pour Out Tears

Bulleh Shah My Eyes Pour Out Tears

He left me, and himself he departed; What fault was there in me? Neither at night nor in the day do I sleep in peace; My eyes pour out tears! Sharper than swords and spears are the arrows of love! There is no one as cruel as love; This malady...

William Cullen Bryant Consumption

Ay, thou art for the grave; thy glances shine Too brightly to shine long; another Spring Shall deck her for men’s eyes—but not for thine— Sealed in a sleep which knows no wakening. The fields for thee have no medicinal leaf, And the vexed ore no mineral of power; And...

Allama Muhammad Iqbal The Story Of Man

Allama Muhammad Iqbal The Story Of Man

Someone should hear the tale of my emigration I ignored the story of the primeval covenant I did not feel attachment to the garden of Paradise When I drank the fiery cup of Intellection I remained in pursuit of the Truth of the universe I exhibited the excellence of elegant...

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T S Eliot Stand on the Highest Pavement Stand on the highest pavement of the stair– Lean on a garden urn– Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair– Clasp your flowers to you with a pained surprise– Fling them to the ground and turn With a fugitive resentment in your...

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Muhammad Iqbal A Mother’s Dream As I slept one night I saw this dream Which further increased my vexation I dreamt I was going somewhere on the way Dark it was and impossible to find the way Trembling all over with fear I was Difficult to take even a step...

TUTOR – THE BONDSERVANT Nazmul Islam Plabon

Tutors as if bondservant Pupils like nerveless tame Guardians seems like government For the time being, nurturing system. Servant has to feed these subservient Till the last drop of their strength. Govt. will come and start judgement Is or isn’t product enough thicken! If result is not as expectation Slave...

Walt Whitman Song Of The Universal

Walt Whitman Song Of The Universal

Lo! keen-eyed towering science, As from tall peaks the modern overlooking, Successive absolute fiats issuing. Yet again, lo! the soul, above all science, For it has history gather’d like husks around the globe, For it the entire star-myriads roll through the sky. In spiral routes by long detours, (As a...

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Emily Dickinson A Book There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of toll; How frugal is the chariot That bears a human soul! If I Can Stop IF...

Hafiz- All the Hemispheres

Hafiz- All the Hemispheres

Leave the familiar for a while. Let your senses and bodies stretch out Like a welcomed season Onto the meadows and shores and hills. Open up to the Roof. Make a new water-mark on your excitement And love. Like a blooming night flower, Bestow your vital fragrance of happiness And...

A Book  Kazi Falguni Eshita 

(Marking world book day, April 23rd, 2022) I am your best friend I am called a “book” I can provoke deep thoughts Grab you like a hook. I am your knowledge mine I am called a book I can make you spellbound Even if the Earth shook! Judge me by...