Silent Roselings: Poetry, #1

By Parwez Sheetal

This slim book has fewer than a hundred poems, but their sum and substance qualify them to be counted, qualitatively, to be more than a hundred. Short and intense, Indeed, almost all are but they exhibit a unique method of seeing and treating a phenomenon, a person, or an incident at once with the immediacy of occurrence and with its socio-cultural background. The result is prodigious because the reader also feels like the spectator. - (Prof. Dr.) Satyapal Anand, USA.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Author Tree Publishing
• Release date: Jun 2, 2022
• ISBN: 9789391078461

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DEDICATION

Dedicated to

Grandparents Qoraisha Khatoon and Irfan Khan (both late)

My parents Noorjahan Begum and Late Luqman Khan

My wife Neelofar, my daughter for a day Winny (late)

My elder son Ahan

and my younger son Shahan (late)

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

I would like to thank Tausif, Ibrar Khan, and Imran Khan for typing my poems. I would also like to express my thanks and gratitude to those who helped me overcome my trauma when I lost my father in 2016 and my younger son Shahan on March 30, 2019. Prof. R. N. Jha, Dr. Narendra Kumar Singh, Dr. Rajesh Kumar, Dr. Sunil Singh, Vimal Kumar, Raghwendra Singh, Reyazul Nabi, Shabbir Ahmed Usmani, Sumita Munshi, N. Tabassum, Zahir Ghazipuri, Natkhat Azimabadi, Qamar Takhyan, Aftab, Zahid, Jwala Prasad, Chandan, Janmejay, Rajiv Thakur,  Raphael, Ahsan Imam Ahsan,  Dr. Kahkashan Tabassum, Dhirendra Nath Goswami, Prof. Dr.Ali Imam Khan, Prof. Balbhadra, Shankar Pandey, RiteshSarak along with my siblings including Jawed Khan, Wahid Khan, Gulrez Khan, and other relatives and friends, etc. were among them.  Thanks are also due to Prof. K.K. Sinha, S.N. Sinha, S.P. Mishra, M.L. Das, Dr. B.K. Jha, Dr. Yamuna Prasad, Dr. Mani Sinha, Gajadhar Mahto, Michael, Uttam Mukherjee, Ajay Rana, Ejaz Khan, Nasir Khan, Mrigendra Narayan Singh, Dr. Mirinal, and a very special thanks to Prof. Dr. Triyugi Prasad who worked hard for my betterment and wellness. Thanks are also due to my former and present friends and colleagues of Fagu Mahto+2 School Kapuria, Dhanbad, Holy Mother's Academy Katrasgarh, Dhanbad, and GGPS Jamune, Daltonganj, all UHS including Chhotki Kharagdiha and other schools along with SSC, Chatabad. Special thanks and gratitude are also due to Prof. Dr. Satyapal Anand (USA), Prof. S.C. Mishra, and Prof. Dr. Ali Imam Khan Prof. Dr. Rajesh Kumar who blessed me with their valuable words on my poems. And at last, thanks are also due to Mithlesh Kaushik Bhai, Priya Sanadaya, and all the members of the Authors Tree Publishing family.

PARWEZ SHEETAL’S UNIQUE POEMS

Deaf, dumb and blind words...., indeed so, but when these are uttered by a poet with all three faculties raised to heightened awareness, these become audibly heard, clearly spoken, and visually seen. This is what has happened to these poems.

This slim book has fewer than a hundred poems, but their sum and substance qualify them to be counted, qualitatively, to be more than a hundred. Short and intense, Indeed, almost all are but they exhibit a unique method of seeing and treating a phenomenon, a person, or an incident at once with the immediacy of occurrence and with its socio-cultural background. The result is prodigious because the reader also feels like the spectator.

Well, these are all good qualities. Are there any negative points that I might enumerate here to balance this opinion? Yea and nay! Yea, because these poems do not blindly follow the three furrows of poetry in English written by Urdu poets in general and by poets in Pakistan or India in particular. Modern and contemporary in topics, themes, and motifs, these poems expertly use metaphors, symbols, and similes insomuch as the poet do allow them to run riot or play foul.

What does the poet think of his poems? Well, let‘s see his own admission.

How sweet and soothing gems

Are my motherly poems

Full of freshness and piety

Still smile

At my tears

Like mothers

They wipe

All my fears

With their

Soft sides of saris.

So, it is the maternal link that he has with his poems. In this, he reverses his role and becomes a creation rather than the creator. Wonderful indeed, for what he is doing is nothing else but re-stating Aristotle’s theory. This approach saves from becoming a victim of the luxury of grief that has