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Classic poem of the day
Then a ploughman said, Speak to us of Work.
And (the Prophet) answered, saying:
You work that you may keep pace with the earth and the soul of the earth.
For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons, and to step out of life's procession, that marches in majesty and proud submission towards the infinite.
When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music.
Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?
Always you have been told that work is a curse and labour a misfortune.
But I say to you that when you work you fulfil a part of earth's furthest dream . . .
And all work is empty save when there is love;
And what is it to work with love?
It is to weave the cloth with threads drawn from your heart, even as if your beloved were to wear that cloth.
It is to build a house with affection, even as if your beloved were to dwell in that hou...
member poem of the day
I said-
I wouldn’t touch the pen,
No ink would be available in
my three fingers
Though this was not a solemn oath
Yet it was obstinacy-
Not to relate me to the paper and table
But wherever I see you-
A drizzling symphony
knocks my inner door
A harmonious music
dances on my heart’s bed
A lyrical poem
wanders holding my soul
The Song Offerings leads me
to you to be you only
©Mahtab Bangalee/2025_April
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