Today’s discover Prompt is : Hands
Carefully I washed my Hands to start my day
I dried them and came out and was ready to pray
I do not mind washing and cleaning my Hands
Washing my hands was my regular habit
My husband teased me and said I have OCD
Hmm Obsessive compulsive disorder you say
Some day the world will use Hands only this way!
Kazi Nazrul Islam, the revolutionary Bengali Muslim who is now the National Poet of Bangladesh (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
If on a rainy night
you remember me,
there is a storm outside
and tears in your eyes.
Erase my name from your memory,
just like a dream of one night.
The garland you strung together
throw it on the street.
The eastern wind will blow,
in the remote deep forest.
You will be alone,
looking from the window.
The lonely cuckoo will sing
on the branch of the tree.
From the bank of the Jumna,
You will hear someone calling.
The flash of lightning,
will look for you my dear.
Cover your eyes with both hands,
if it is filled with tears.
Singer— Ferdous Ara Bangladesh,Lyrics by Kazi Nazrul Islam( poet of Bengal)
English: An analogue clock face without hands. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
The clock of life is wound but once,
And no man has the power
To tell just when the hands will stop
At late or early hour.
To lose one’s wealth is sad indeed,
To lose one’s health is more,
To lose one’s soul is such a loss
That no man can restore.
The present only is our own,
So Live,Love,toil with a will
Place no faith in”Tomorrow”
For the clock may then be still.