Strategic Time Out Poem by Sk. Nurul Huda

Thanks-many thanks.
For leaving me alone;
My heart gets rid of bondage,
A bondage in your magnetic circle.

For Diamelen's majesty
I was Arsat;
I left my brothers and the world.

I learn I was about to make a friendship
With Donne-we are the world;
We have our own one-aside the universe.
I feel I was flying with you and
Under the heaven the earth was dead;
And I dare not and care not but tread over it
While my feet covered and protected
By the shoes of proud and madness.

I come to the conclusion-
I was selfish like the true lovers,
Nothing to share to the surrounding but
Other self's flesh and blood and mind;
What an escape from your dynasty!

Oh! What a joy and freedom I feel
A freedom with full of options
As if I am in a fertile and fruitful fruit garden.
I stretch my hands forward and my eyes to the sky,
My mind and heart is tied with the measureless mirth
That seems to give me a kick to run me as fast as news.

But the very thought of running (as the forlorn to Keats)
Acts like a reminder set in a cell phone to a busy C.E.O,
And compels me to look aside;
Where are you to share this?
Who will run with me to this field of fun and freedom?

Now I see the matter…..
Yes my leaps are gifted with a rosy smile
When remind your planned and plotted speech-
"strategic time out."

R-sk nurul huda for 'Songs of 26.'