THE DICE OF TOGETHERNESS

Khaliqur Rahman

The dice of togetherness then was cast.

Life was suddenly warm cosy sublime.

Intense, hectic, priceless but fleeting fast

Were the honey-sweetened moments of Time.

The tide rose, the tide fell, all over soon

For us to remember what is no more.

Memory is both a curse and a boon.

It does bring some pearly jewels ashore.

Our world this is a seething boiling pot

And we are specks agitated in it.

We know not wherefrom whereto we are shot

Or perchance approximated a bit.

For those great little moments we owe so much

To That Greatest Hand and Its Generous Touch.

A disjointed sonnet written in bewilderment of pleasure and pain, loss and gain, but in memory of your visit to your native land. 1979

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Rabab June 30, 2011 8:12

"Memory is both a curse and a boon."

Very true. I like it.
Rabab June 30, 2011 8:07

Very wise and perceptive poem.

And for me rich of new vocabulary too.

Thanks for sharing.
Nadira June 30, 2011 3:31

Congratulation sir wonderful words of compose. I did not realize you had composed it yourself

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