Who are You?
A shapeless form in the Galaxy?
Do You reside in far distant nebulae
Where nebulae crowding their celestial abode in the sky?
Are You just a traveller of darkness and light?
All those suns, stars and planets,
Are You not as real as any one of them?
Alas! Invisible You, are you just a speechless entity?
Or just a mere illusion?
Why You are so quiet?
In the center of all restlessness around you?
Take the road with the wayfarers
The one lost in the way!
Why during all the days and nights
Being so close to all around You,
You seem so far away from everyone.
In the everlasting seclusion and motionlessness.
The dust also rises up as sheet of grey
With the wind and flies all around and removes the white robe,
From the windowed earth
To dress it again.
Alas! Even this dust is real.
This weed is real.
The weed of such insignificance
Merged to the very bottom
Of the earth.
It’s also restless.
All these are real.
Only You are ever mute and motionlessness.
Alas! You are just an illusion,
Or an enigma? Or a mirage?
Only You know who You really are.
~Tabassum Tahmina Shagufta Hussein
Bangladesh