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 in Plassey College, Nadia,West Bengal. He is a bilingual author, editor, critic, poet, and storyteller and has been published in India and abroad. His short fictions and poems appeared in Muse India, Indian Ruminations, Setu Bilingual, spillwords.com, mercurialstories.com, GloMag, and in anthologies, Serious and Hilarious, Cherry Toppings, Rise to Higher Essence. He has three 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). 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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