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I plucked a shamrock for him,
Beautified with the glamour of the green,
Mystified with the aroma of the wild.
I am keeping it for him to give,
May love & luck shall be his,
With all the shamrock blessings.
Today is St Patrick's day. I m fascinated by the Irish shamrock, blessings n the celebration of the green. The poem is inspired by the spontaneous thought of the past "recollected in tranquillity." The thought of shamrock luck, charm is simply aesthetic. It has certain universal charm. A simple plant becoming the symbol of luck is truly beautiful. Simplicity can represent such thoughts of luck. It represents not only Trinity & mysticism but also youth and aura of liberation. And truly it's charming, I must say.
© Tabassum Tahmina Shagufta Hussein
Come secretly, come silently as my dark night's rainfall,
Like bewildered shower, in my land of dreams.
Oh! my Divine in radiance in the duskiness, touch my soul and breath,
The sun and stars will be meaningless to me.
When all are lost in slumber, engulf me, embrace me, rob me of my sleep
Enter my lonesome room, in the garb of music
Answer, answer to my endless tears and shimmering smiles.
Published in Our Poetry Archive Anthology "Spiritual Poetry Beyond Borders"  on 8th July, 2018.
We seek love of the Divine. Is it just love for Ecstasy? Or we need more than that. In our human nature, we tend to love the divine in our happiness and pleasure. Even more we forget the Divine in our happiness. Or ends in gratitude. In our problems we seek him more deeply. But is this only related to our problems or pleasures. Are we missing something?  In solitude, in silence our hearts yearn  for who knows for what. Something unknown. Who is it then? What kind of relationship do we seek? Is it more than love?
© Tabassum Tahmina Shagufta Hussein
    Those who say about thee with
    words of despair,
    Merely weave walls of words,
    You are not invisible , Oh Beloved.
    Talk to me for a while and bless my
    heart at times,
    With your bliss.
    Sit with me, with the gentle breeze,
    I can listen to you in the sound of
    I see you in the blazing sun,
    From the blade of the grass to the
     twinkling stars.
    You make the breath of life,
    Oh eternal sweet,
    I am relieved of the fatigue of the
    Stretch Thy hands,
    Put it on mine,
    Paint the images of life,
    With the brush of beauty.
    In this beautiful dawn,
    It was  you who symbolised,
    The living message of this Universe.
    My Beloved!
When life feels hopeless,we seek refuge to nature. The presence of beauty may renew our hope. There is beauty everywhere. We just need to see it, cherish it.

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