Rectitude Poem by P.A. NOUSHAD (SHOMSI)

When an egg hatches
and a young bird is out,
when a Joey peeps out of pouch,
and has the first sight of the world,
when an infant matures
riding a host of feelings,
when ants march slowly
such a long queue,
when the volcanic eruption
balances the water on the earth,
when the sun folds its wings
under the ocean in the west,
I see you well
on the wings of amazement,
now I can see
waves touching the shore again
effacing the distorted lines,
the sun goes down,
the orange color water,
blazing the unwavering surface,
it goes down silent,
in an unending canvas
a drop of time sketches
by spreading orange
the unhesitant birds
that fly to their nest
and the earth on its way,
I can see the sea
calm and clear
at the bottom
the randomly shaped pearls,
stones, sea animals, plants,
fish and poisonous beings
moving tangled
towards their own targets
the happiness and sorrow
play hide and seek
the experiences of life
purge me
reinforce me
to face the fickleness of life
in the lightning flash of life
the stars descend
into the ocean
in silence.