Birthday Poem by Abu Sufian

It was a serene night of November
Night starts darkening the globe solemnly
A soul then came to being, I was born.

My soul has a new identity,
A name, a father, a mother
A home, an abode to breathe,
I Inhale and exhale faster in an unknown world
With some strange faces around—and was crying.

Later, I became a name,
Years through
Being loved, cared and taken care of
Yet, it was an unknown kingdom,
As it remains so to me till this moment.

I became a name,
To everywhere I roamed around
Schools, college –and varsities
I have been loved and given an identity.

Still, I think of the enigmatic earth
In the remotest part of my soul
Think of who I am.
'I am simply a mixture of dust in human form
And soon—will become dust again'.


Note: The poem is published at a Magazine titled 'Clairvoyance' which is published from Department of English's language club of International Islamic University Malaysia on November,2015.