Akhtar Jawad

Gold Star - 39,017 Points (8-2-1945 / Gorakhpur)

New Morning, New Light - Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Oh! Abstract creativity!
All praise and dignity!
I'm merely a dress,
With strain and stress,

Wear me, wear me,
Why don't you see?
I am in darkness,
I need your brightness.

I want to be brightened,
Please make me enlightened
With a silky pious light,
In this moonless night.

So short is the life!
And age is the knife!
I had always been waiting!
In your book my rating!

The new sun so bright,
Making myself a light,
Making me enlightened,
More shining more brightened,

New morning of creation,
With a new generation,
Decorating, the souls in painful distresses,
With colorful dresses,

Shall awake in descendants, confident and sure,
Like a rainbow after rains.
Having remedy and cure,
No pains, no strains.

(Being inspired by Ruma Chaudhry's Bengali poem 'Alor Prokashay')

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Ruma is one of my most loving poetic daughters, on my request she sent her Benali poem, tat is a master piece of beauty and can really be enjoyed in Bengali only

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 1, 2014

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