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')