I Smile

I smile

When a gale whisks my hair.

I smile

When the day is bright.

I smile

When the night-air whispers.

I smile

When a day dies.

I smile

When children play in fields.

I smile

When peasants sow their fields.

I smile

When the fish dive in ponds.

I smile

When a mother milks her babe.

I smile

When rains patter on the roofs.

I smile

When trees rustle.

I smile

When rivers swirl half-hidden by ridges.

I smile

When the hills are in sleep.

I smile

When the gardens bloom.

I smile

When orchards hung low with fruits.

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About Sid

Abu Siddik is an Assistant Professor in English at Plassey College, Nadia,West Bengal. He is a bilingual author, editor, critic, poet, and storyteller and has been published in India and abroad. He has three critical books: Representation of the Marginalized in Indian Writings in English (Falakata College Cell, 2015), Misfit Parents in Faulkner’s Select Texts (Authorspress, 2015), Banglar Musolman (Sopan, 2018), and two books of poems: Whispering Echoes (Authorspress, 2020), Rugged Terrain (Authorspress, 2020). For more please visit him at www.abusiddik.com

15 thoughts on “I Smile

  1. Nikhat Bano

    A poem showing the true nature of a noble soul which has submitted its will to the God Almighty and sees him as a nurturer and sustainer. A great thought indeed!

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  2. Jacqueline Blake

    Your beautiful poem transports me into the centre of God’s garden. Running, skipping and jumping, delighting in his awe & wonder. Thank you!

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