Primitive of the lands the hallowed turf
Sylhet is unique is written in stone!
As if the enduring heavenly dew
streamed down on this patch of land!
Naturally the hidden gem its in her element.
Her very soil the complete colour wheel matches
The birthplace of the great prophet Muhammad!
Destined to be the golden cut above the rest.
Amusing the heaps of the mindful minds
Sylhet stands on cloud nine eye to eye with
the pivotal soil of Makkah the centre of the earth!
Ah, the deep footed earth how mystique black
beneath it every morning the sun off the heaven’s hill
spreads a new diaphanous gold-light-rug, yet to paint
a footprint, a colourless magic, let alone the centrepiece!
Listen to the morning birds sing here deep in the midst
mellifluous-shrills fill the air unveiling dream scenes!
The times anew numerating the bounties of our land.
Craving to sip in a dew-potion on our blossoming rose
cirrus clouds dance over the billowy sea here they drop!
Banish the midday blues singing the deep sea’s song.
Nestled amidst the Rivers Surma, Kushiara and Monu
Perched on the shades of the trees each one is a canvas
glows with changing six seasons as they swing and leap
in the branches and murmur with the breeze.
Stunned angels on their way heaven taking one more
sunset potted in the starry bowl look back at the wee hours.
They can hear pianissimo on this shrouded perennial end.
It never falls asleep is awake with a numerically perfect
circle of 360 spiritual dynamos from the centre they hailed
with a handful of earth and lived here as it matched.
A deep seeded truth, rock solid Shilahatta in Sanskrit.
Clothed in an enduring vesture skookum Sylhet loops in
with the Hebrew Bible’s Shalet, a ruler, a shield!
The ****** earth sways moulds into a mole.
Ah, the little drops make the mighty ocean.
And with a single word on the lips
the maestros’ great epics begin to be told.
Just with a mundane handful of earth
Primed Sylhet masterpiece begins to unfold.
Keeping you on board with the whole ball of wax
lo, it unveils the mirror of the face of the earth!
Plopped still in the inside track amidst the full show
with the whole nine yards on her least hold!
Believe it or not Sylhet is cherry-picked chosen by ***!
The subject matter is about a land possessing a deeply seeded truth. The prime significance of which is its scattered afar but matches the pivotal soil of the centre of the earth!