Returning From Jail Poem by Mohon Raihan

Finally no darkness can keep out
the morning light.
The red flood-tide of the rising sun
drives out the blackness of the night
from meadows and homes of men.

Some day I shall surely return again
to bustling human habitation,
see faces of men and blossoming flowers,
see once again planets and stars
in the sky.

Ah, for what a long time I have not seen
green woods,
for how long I have not heard
the song of birds!
Thirsting for light I have been
sitting here
all alone in the darkness, an imprisoned soul.
I never knew, never felt before,
that life was so sweet,
In this abysmal cave of death
only a keen thirst for life
welled up constantly within me.

If some one some day asked me,
what was the finest feeling of life,
Well, I would answer,
Listen, then, my friend,
It was returning from jail,
always and every time.