The Reflection Of God

Poem By Nazmul Haque

Thoughts are like ripples,
gently flowing over
the surface of the mind.

Deep inside us
we bear the image of God,
the ripples of thought break that image
into fragments.

It is as if you are looking in
a lake full of ripples-
It is a full moon night,
and the lake is reflecting
the beautiful moon.

But the lake is full of ripples
You cannot gather the moon together;
the moon goes on splitting
into a thousand fragments.
The whole lake seems to be
spread over by the moon-
the silvery beauty, softly broken apart;
many a fragments is seen floating-
all around.

Then the wind stops,
the ripples disappear:
those fragments start falling into one moon.
The silver that was spread
all over the lake,
now becomes more concentrated
into one place - into one moon.

When the lake
is completely without ripples,
the moon is reflected perfectly.
God is reflected perfectly
when there is no ripple in you.

Comments about The Reflection Of God

There is no comment submitted by members.


Rating Card

5 out of 5
0 total ratings

Other poems of HAQUE

21 February

Ka, Kha, Ga, Gha....
When I read each bangla letter
I remember with deep respect
Salam, Barkat, Rafiq Jabbar...

The Concrete And The Abstract

The concrete is visible,
the abstract is invisible.
The concrete is the outside,
the abstract is the inside.

Nature Of My Motherland

Whoever goes wherever,
but I will be right here,
The moon in the sky, the lotus in the pond,
what is so much fair.

You Don'T Let Me Stay At Home, My Dear!

Who could hold back her heart,
as when the flute calls it forth,
Let the air be her chariot and
steal her away from herself.

Sweet Mistake

Let my heart not make that sweet mistake,
Let not now or ever.

In love, the heart sets on fire and the eye floats on sea,

The Little Simple Joy

I want my life to be the way I like,
The little simple joy, the little simple desire.

Looking at the distant horizon