Light of Truth

By Dr. Sirajul Hoque

My poetry book entitled 'Light of Truth' is a collection of modern English poems dealing with the stern realites as well as direly sombre aspects of life that focus on how man suffers on account of hostile fate and its workings on love in the course of reaching a destination through inscrutable predicaments contrived by despair, disease and death. These collected poems conjure up a real world of melancholy that commands sympathy .The poems virtually celebrate macabre situations by means of philosophical ideas that are related to passions of life weaving a cobweb in a psychosocial domain. My poems generally represent my personal ideology as they overshadow my concepts of pessimism and realism that make a mark on my poetic creativity.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Authors Click Publishing
• Release date: Feb 25, 2024
• ISBN: 9788119368365

Book preview

Light

Ever I seek light of hope

When the sky looks sullen,

And there's no sun to smile

Nor any star to solace me.

Ever I seek light of love

As I grope about in the dark,

And there's no moon to rise

Nor any star to solace me.

Truth

Let me speak the truth

About the mystery of love,

It's but a game of failures

In the chessboard of life.

Let me know the truth

About the jugglery of fate,

It's but a spell of miseries

In the sunshade of hope.

Solitude

There's a rare solitude

In horizon of distant hills,

Where the sun rises silent

From its bloodstained bed.

There's a rare solitude

In recess of hollow hearts,

When one takes departure

From a damsel left behind.

Truth

It's a sheer truth to me

That I believe everything,

Yet I wonder why man dies

Never to be recalled to life.

It's a sheer truth to me

That I believe everything,

Yet I think why the sun sets

To be revived by dim dawn.

Mother

If I call any woman a deity

Then surely she's my mother,

Whom I adore at heart's altar

As none stands equal to her.

If I call a woman a cherub

Then surely she's my mother,

Whose care I can never repay

With all my skin for her shoon.

Hearse

Farewell! Oh farewell!

The hearse is now ready,

And bearers are all alive

They'll call me a corpse.

Farewell! Oh farewell!

The hearse slowly glides,

They deck it with flowers

Yet all will forget me soon.

End

I stand at the end of my life

And so all things look grim,

As the dying sun sends dusk

Before the night falls yonder.

I shan't lament for miseries

As nothing seems pleasant,

Life's glory fades into gloom

Before the end of my breath.

Winter

There's a wild winter

In the deciduous forests,

And trees are bare-bodied

In the bleak wind of night.

There's a wild winter

In the countryside slums,

And old folks look raddled

In the chill mizzling morn.

Summer

It's a scorching summer

There's no bird for singing,

As they've forgotten cheers

But not hunger of gizards.

It's a scorching summer

The travellers look fatigued,

As they rest in cooling shade

Yet they gossip about love.

Heaven

I've seen the blue sky

That seems to be heaven,

Where God's throne exists

On the prodigious ocean.

I'm far off from heaven

Yet I desire to reach there,

Let God's grace guide me

To defend devil's deceits.

Hell

I've spent my short life

In the vintage farmhouse,

Where pain overrides me

As I writhe in woes of life.

I've spent my short life

In a vast boundless earth,

Where devil overrules me

To shrink in plights of hell.

Born

I'm born for the first time

Like other mortals on earth,

And seek for my happiness

That's all but despair in life.

I'm born with a silver spoon

In my mouth to see my earth,

But find fierce frowns of fate

That lead me to futile future.

Friends

Not many friends I make

For the sake of earthly life,

While living with all others

As a mortal man on earth.

Not many friends I make

For the sake of false heart,

To yawn at frivolous foibles

As death devours my soul.

Nation

The earth kept moving slow

As the sun rose late that day,

The mob blasted off a bridge

To disjoin an absolute nation.

There thronged all hooligans

As the rabble blustered hard,

To break peace with hammers

That show how a nation works.

Believe

I believe in the truth:

It's better to be a pauper,

Than to live like a pilferer

When poverty perverts.

I believe in the truth:

It's better to be a beggar,

Than to live like a burglar

When a night falls dark.

Children

The children are like buds

That bloom in breezy bosks,

And angels snog their brows

Before the new day dawns.

The children are like birds

That ever sing soulful songs,

As their wings aren't stained

With blood by devil's shafts.

Never

Never I have seen the door

Of heaven in a merry dream,

Only I find wild woes of love

That hustle my soul to a hell.

Never I have seen a rainbow

In the dark of a dreamy night,

To imbue our lovelorn hearts

That can hardly find fulfilment.

Departure

I may take my departure

From the secluded house,

In the still of a dark night

When nobody will see me.

I may take my departure

From an infernal dungeon,

For the dark den of death

Never to return alone there.

Effigy

There passes an effigy

On the head of a mobster,

And banners with followers

Towards the crematorium.

The effigy knows not fate

Nor can claim for a long life,

In the air a slogan repeats:

Down with the autocrats!

Sundown

At sundown I see alone

In lassitude of earthly life,

A flight of nostalgic storks

That call me to soar away.

At sundown I wait alone

For the warmth of a heart,

From a really rare damsel

Till an end of a doleful day.

Poet

Not much I've heard

Of the great poets of love,

Like Browning and Keats

As none I've seen on earth.

Not much I've known

About any sagacious poet,

That admits victory of love

As nothing is lucid on earth.

Bar

I can recall the day

When I was born alone,

As an Itsy child of nature

In our enormous earth.

I reside with mortals

Spending weary years,

As the miniature of man

To cross the bar of life.

Night

One night I fall asleep

Soon after the sundown,

I can watch to my surprise

Dreams lying by my flanks.

At midnight I wake alone

Afraid of the thunder's roar,

I can discover to my dismay

Sorrows wriggling around.

Woman

When I find a woman

Look like a grass widow,

I feel much for her sorrow

As she sees stars by day.

When I hear a widow

Wailing for her husband,

I think her dreams are