Sigh of Soul

By Dr. Sirajul Hoque

My poetry book entitled 'Sigh of Soul' 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: Apr 22, 2024
• ISBN: 9788119368853

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Soul

O My favourite soul!

Take me off to heaven,

From where you hailed

To stay with me for ever.

O My favourite soul!

Lend me all your wings,

To reach a realm of love

In the garden of heaven.

Sigh

My soul falls on dirty floor

When my broken swab cries,

I can't groove into routine job

So I heave a sigh of my life.

My soul seeks a salvation

As I pray at the altar of God,

And beg pardon for my vices

Until I fall prey to dire death.

Soul

My soul shakes itself

Like a blossom in a bush,

It seeks solace in nature

As a storm rages outside.

My soul shrinks in fear

Like a partridge in a cage,

It looks so afraid of death

That it pines for freedom.

Dream

I disbelieve any dream

That occurs to my mind,

As I fall asleep in fatigue

And a nightmare disturbs.

I see a dream with wings

Like a bird to fly in the sky,

So my soul takes its wings

To soar about in paradise.

Hymn

O God! Let me live long

Like a priest of pure faith,

And open heaven's doors

For my devout divine soul.

O God! Let me live to pray

Like an angel of paradise,

And beg pardon for my sins

As my soul longs for peace.

Soul

If my soul shuns me

And departs with death,

To a realm of immortality

The earth will turn into hell.

If my soul leaves me

People come to console,

As they hear you whimper

But it'll be all in vain for me.

Death

I think death comes

With a ruthless scythe,

To little grass flowers

That bloom in rapture.

I think death breaks

All our dreams of love,

And despoils our souls

Like a burglar at night.

Dead

I can see all hopes dead

But I know not how to bury,

My way's strewn with stones

So I stumble down to bleed.

I can see all dreams dead

But I can't dig my own grave,

My heart aches in grim griefs

And I can't but heave a sigh.

Midnight

I know the mystery

Of silence at midnight,

For I enjoy my dreams

In the still of darkness.

I know the melancholy

Of darkness at midnight,

For I fear all nightmares

That visit my sleepy soul.

Soul

My soul falls molested

With walloping despairs,

So I heave my deep sighs

And shed tears in torrents.

My soul falls distressed

With scourge of miseries,

So I groan in welting agony

And shrink in fear of death.

Phobia

I can't but enjoy now

All the charms of love,

As I look at your eyes

That madden my soul.

I can't but forget now

All the spells of gloom,

As I feel spurs of desire

That scare like a phobia.

Truce

There goes a battle

With all artillery smokes,

And bodacious blusters

Of the fierce fighters.

There goes a battle

Between bold bombers,

That hardly know a truce

To make peace for souls.

Sun

The morning sun smirks

With its rubicund cheeks,

To make the earth bright

And hide all stars behind.

The evening sun sinks

With fervent wistful eyes,

To fill the sky with gloom

And ferret out the moon.

Soul

My soul shrinks in agony

As I find fresh flowers wilt,

In a wreath of my birthday

When no butterfly smells.

My soul shrivels in sorrow

As I see the flowers wither,

In burning pain of the stalks

When no bee appears near.

Poems

I can't but believe

That poems shoot,

Like twigs of leaves

And bloom like buds.

I can't but imagine

That poems flourish,

Like weeds in woods

And dribble like dews.

Love

If you love me so well

Let me know your heart,

As I see a sylph sneaking

Into my soul through mist.

If I desire for your touch

Let me dream of ecstasy,

As I brood over your love

Whether it'll last for ever.

Moon

The morbid moon is up

Though eclipsed by nature,

The sky looks very pensive

As it suffers from remorse.

The mangy moon is up

Though the sky grows dark,

The stars have all gathered

To see heaven's pale face.

Soul

My soul soars in the sky

Like a swallow of summer,

When the sun hotly shines

To scorch the sea shores.

My soul sings in a dream

Like a finch amidst willows,

When the day droops down

After a direly dreary dusk.

Dusk

I hear dry leaves rustle

To change dusk into night,

As a wintry wind whiffles

Till last hour of dim dusk.

I feel the day's warmth

That the sun abandoned,

As gray moths creep out

In the gloom of dim dusk.

God

Let me pray to God only

Whenever I fall in distress,

If I love him more than my life

He might have mercy on me.

Let me know God alone

Whenever I fall prostrate,

If I worship him in all my