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Best Poems Written by Mustofa Munir

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Gray Silence

I have gotten the deepest meaning of 
Your pronounced words, 
Now then, remove your veil of gray silence,
Whisper to me or scream at me! 
I am longing to hear all your words—
Secret or revealed,
Not so long ago we jostled the crowd
To meet each other like
Big billows of the sea dashing over the rocks
With profound ruthlessness, 
Like blue water in a lagoon riddled by the 
Prolonged chorus of ducks,
Like echoes of shrieking albatross on
The belt of pines across the sea,
Like tempestuous wind of the north,
So, remove your veil of gray silence now and
Whisper to me or scream at me!

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A Hopeless Optimist

My hope was my delight boundless,
Unfettered, unbridled!
It unfolded a conformity in my life
Albeit many stumbles and 
Discords of life I survived, 

Life’s evil breaths had scalded my redolent hope,
My silent words were hardly heard, 
Hardly understood!
From life to life I pursued the hope,
It was crumpled, dead and alive again!

A south wind once blew over me, it brought the 
Herald of hope, my hope was enough to affright
A dystopia filled with greed and elitism,
Unwavering were my subdued instincts to my hopes 
And desires in delights and despair, 

They evoked me desperately to sojourn  
For a while in this chaotic earth to acknowledge
Its rendition of humanism, its entente with mankind, 
I found for certain, my hope had to
Strive more to win out!

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Her Last Smile

A lonely mentally retarded woman perceived  
The world without knowing its malicious darkness, 
She died many times before her death when
She was raped by some beastly men, 
Suffered many days and months, 
One day she delivered a baby girl, 
That day to her baby’s little hand 
No crescent moon had reached,
No star dropped for her from the sky, 
No one tolled a bell from distant Cathedral,
No song was in the air, no artful flute was blown, 
The woman cast her unseeing look at the society, 
At the civilization around her,
She smiled at her baby, the God smiled too,
Tears rolled down her cheeks, closing her eyes
She left the baby in the hand of God.

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Poem--The Abstract Art

When you tell me – O dear,
A poem you read-- I read it, there
I find a pearl hidden in a shell—
Relaxed and placid,

I read it because a lot more life there I find
Like some playful white swans are
In deep intimacy in a sun-drenched lake,
When you tell me—‘find me in your poem,’
I look for you in every word of my poem,

In the poem I find sometime the sadness of
A hollow, pensive heart, wherein 
Songs are sung in an articulate moan! 

In the poem often I find the truth —
A lonely homeless man sleeps on the hard 
Sidewalk in a wintry cold night, for him
A poem becomes an abstract art of cruel reality!

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Yet Again, Come

Yet again, come


If you want to see my face 
Create a mirror,
If you want to address my heart
Come back to me with your gifted self,
We know our alchemy can transform
Our emotion into flesh,
Into grief, tears and despair!
My love is left in an oyster 
Waiting to grow into a pearl,

I lack a foot to travel long miles to trace
Your footprints on the desert's sand,
I have no caravan of despair, believe me!
If emptiness once enters into our soul, 
Our existence will depart,
So I urge—
Come, yet again, come!

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Till the Sun Shines

When the earth cleaved asunder with
A mystic clamored sound 
My dispatched instinct wandered along
For a covert place—secret and unknown!
I found the time was dilated,
Slow and slow,
The earth failed to make her 
Sublime appeals audible,

Then I existed 
With my timeless moments of life
In many events and in many promises, 
I passed through heated desert for
The serenity of an oasis..
Loveliest and lasting, 
I retained the mist of love 
That seeped off the arid air,
It dangled from a leaf like a dew-drop,
Shimmered with the elegance yet to be
Dried up again into a mist, 
Its warmth will augment my hope
And cling to my life till the sun shines!

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A Perpetual Benediction

You were still in my sight, all on a sudden
In my rhythmic heart you blended with a harmony
That brought a perpetual benediction, it was an
Ambience in Elysian quietness of my lasting ease,

Without any anguish my mind was in a festival
There I sang some songs with deep allusions
I preserved on the shore of my lone soul,
My peace sprinkles in many awakening nights,

 I fondled with the waves of sea below the star-lit sky,
There was no waning of love in her vastness! Untold 
Words were entwined with my lost words, before  I
Took birth all those words you had known!

A richness of fantasy and uproar of stirring beauty 
Of the aura that invaded me, I had a desire to see!

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My Shrine of Love

Holding my love’s altruistic lamp in my hand
I  grope around to find you, O dear, in the swarthy 
Shadows of the falling sun, I fear lest I lose your
Silhouette in the twilight of my life,
In my solitary dream like a petal-soft 
Flamboyant autumn-flower you came
And blossomed with soft shyness,
A red hibiscus or a shining orchid you could be! 

In the vividness of a rising dawn
A violin rendered its prolonged tone 
That conveyed your pain to me,
I have to protect my shrine of love
From the heat of a barren desert!
It might glide over the slippery algal 
Path of time into the mystery of pyramids, 
Into the page of history!

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In Horror the Children Cry

The cruel beastly fire 
Blazed the land of the earth,
Shattered many sinless lives,
And orphans they become everyday,
But they are yet to be motherless,
Since many more mothers in the planet 
Earth are with them  
With soothing hearts,

In dread and horror our children cry,
The heat blotted out their tears—their weeping, 
An infernal wind it created in the abode of mankind,
Its ghastly look our children fear, 
An impious havoc it inflicted upon them!
Their hearts cry, blazon severe pain,
Twisted many motherly hearts,
Who are not very far from them!

All agonized despaired children 
Wanted some water to quench their thirst. 
In fear, in the shadows of night
They fell asleep, no drinking water,
Nowhere, we hope in one morn they’ll wake up
With the heralds of triumph, with water to drink,
with smile in the lips and
Peace in many disquieted mothers’ hearts.


Dedicated to the children of Syria.

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If You Ever Come Back

A wandering lonely traveler I 
Found you from the crowd of people in a boat
That drifted over the sparkling Bosporus,
That day the setting sun was lovely and quiet,
We spoke many words,
In the midst of my curious and quaint moments
You parted from me and wished me a pleasing trip
In a place quite unknown to me and to you, 
You left me over there, but
You  left your whole being with me,
In my vacant mood I still carry you as a bliss of my solitude,
Both you and that evening equally resonate upon me,
I wonder if you ever come back to that boat
With the same color and same wind of the day!
With the same rare and radiant nameless face
That emerged and thrilled me.