A Cry In The Wilderness Poem by Ranju Mozammel Haque

THOUGH it is a lonesome life
And an uncouth aboriginal soul to live by -
I was determined, ah!

My careworn mind has been busy
Weaving the future with an urge so unknown!

Never thought of life's magnitude
Never ever any doubt I took -
Believing eternity can purify me
Or, whatever!

I see myself hanging on and sway
I feel myself drifting apart.
And I realize my earthly mind
Is kept busy in gathering rust
From every joint and juncture of this wholesome life.

The rot begins to invade my shabby soul
Every nook and corner of my trembling heart
Are being nudged and bullied
For a cry - very human!

Yet I mistrust my fate-
Being so close to solidify,
So near and yet so far away it travels.
And I flee from the death beyond -
From the pain within.

Relentless though the shiver!
(So unclad I am!)
Evening bell is being so loudly donged -
For a cheer from my soul within - very human!

After sauntering through the puzzling alley of inevitables
I just have formulate this by long occupying my soul -
It is the agony that makes us so proud,
It is the wailing that reprimands.
It is the deprive-hood we bear that thrusts us close
And we begin to drift apart!

Loneliness creeps into us
And we finally can cry!
Though queuing up ourselves for departure -
We mourn soulfully for the departed.