TABASSUM TAHMINA SHAGUFTA HUSSEIN
Living With Cancer
Each
day passes,
She
waits and waits.
Sometimes
fear and sometimes relief
To get
rid of life.
Weakness
engulfs.
Fatigue
becomes part of life.
She
sees pity.
Kindness
fades away.
She
wants to be reunited
With
her beloved husband.
Yet,
she wants to stay for a while.
It’s
called the Maya of life.
Soon
Chemo will come.
She
won’t be able to get up
From
bed.
All the
tubes and pipes,
Piercing
through the body.
Yet she
wants to live,
For the
love of the child.
Seventy
years passed by,
Nothing
to expect, give or take.
One day
passes by and she counts,
One day
is gone.
She
looks at the wall,
Dark.
Just like a grave.
But she
decides to live,
For her
child.
A
Mother’s courage is stronger than the Cancer.
Note : The poem is dedicated to my late
father S. M. Mohiuddin Hossain who was a cancer patient but survived the cancer
for his children and lived for extra 11 years with outstanding treatment by Dr.
Hemant Raj, Apollo Hospital, Chennai, India.
Life Goes On
Life
goes on
As it
goes by just any other day.
Where
is love?
Love is
gone.
Love is
illusion.
Life is
a cycle.
Shakespeare
9 stages of life.
We are
born.
We
grow.
We
enjoy.
Love,
lust and merriment.
We
taste pain.
Pain
and pleasure walk side by side.
When
youth is gone,
We
become slow.
But the
struggle is not over.
We
thrive to survive.
We want
to avoid illness.
Reason
takes over passion.
Step by
step, we go for elderly age.
Yet we
want to live.
The
world is a beautiful place.
No one
wish to leave.
We
continue our lives
Without
thoughts of death.
Even
when death is at the door
We want
to live by life support machine.
We go
through medical tortures,
Yet we
don’t give up.
We live
by survival each day.
Our
long day’s journey into night,
“Perchance
to sleep, perchance to dream.“
And
again long night ‘s journey into day.
To wake
again for another day.
Each
day we fight in our own ways,
To
survive.
To
accept the life as it is.
A
struggle for a carpe diem.
To
breath, to live, to survive.
Note: The poem is written
in abstract style to portray our struggle to survive and to live.
Paint The Images Of Life
With The Brush Of Beauty
Those
who say about thee with words of despair,
Merely
weave walls of words-
You are
not insane, Oh Friends,
Talk to
me for a while n bless my heart at times,
With
your pain.
Sit
with me, feel the gentle breeze,
Can you
listen to the sound of waves?
You are
not alone.
Even if
u r not okay, It’s okay.
Remember
the flowers n butterflies,
Remember
the stars,
They
make the breath of life,
Eternal
sweet,
Share
with us, you will be relieved of the fatigue of the day.
Stretch
Thy hands,
Put it
on mine,
Paint
the images of life,
With
the brush of beauty.
In this
beautiful dawn,
It was
also you who symbolized,
The
living message of this Universe
Note: Mental health is
dealt with the perception of gloom and despair. But touch of beauty is needed.
Not sympathy but empathy and compassion are required. Sharing can help a great
deal. Not help but extending and holding hand, with kindness can help one in
despair to survive and to live.
TABASSUM TAHMINA SHAGUFTA HUSSEIN
TABASSUM.TAHMINA. SHAGUFTA HUSSEIN
is a International Fellow 2020 of International Human Rights Arts Festival
(IHRAF). She will be providing poems, essays, outreach and perspective for
IHRAF over 2020. She was born in Chittagong, Bangladesh. She lives in Dhaka
Bangladesh now. Her debut as a poet was
in Our Poetry Archive Anthology Spiritual Poetry Beyond Borders Anthology 2018.
She was faculty in Daffodil International University, State University of
Bangladesh and Southeast University Dhaka. She was a Head of training in HR
Division in Bank Asia Limited. Now, she is a Free-lance writer and Columnist.
She is a member of the Governing Body, Mirsarai Chittagong Bangladesh College,
Chittagong. Her poems have appeared in
journals and collections around the world.
She writes regular columns for Different Truths Publications, India
featuring humanitarian issues. She advocates for Humanity and Human Rights. She
loves travelling and participates in recitations. Her past time is making DIY
jewellery. She seeks beauty from the blade of grass to twinkling stars.
Aestheticism and humanism are the essence of her existence.
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