The Departure Poem by Md. Moniruzzaman

In my wish or not,
In my favor or not,
In my desire or not,
In my thoughts or not,
One day- a significant time
I will, I will have to leave the home.

The home of mine;
The home of love,
The home of honor,
The home of pride,
The home of name,
The home of fame;
I will leave; I will have to leave one day.

Maybe I am in my bed
Or in the bed of coffin;
Either on the earth with stuck
Or in the water with a attack
Or in the sky with a blow;
I will, I will have to leave one day.

Leave maybe honorable
Or it maybe shameful.
But I want to behold the death;
The icy touch of death
With the touch of immortality.
I love to feel,
I like to enjoy,
I prefer to get this touch of death.

When it is certain,
Everyone including the entire creature,
Having lives or not;
Every life in the earth
Every thing in the world
Must yield to the death.
I love death than to life
As the death proclaim the immortal birth of life.

When I have to taste the sour taste of death
Then I like to welcome the heroic immortal one
That candles thousands of lives
And give the birth of immortal lives.
The touch of the philosopher stone
Turns the mere simple metal into gold;
The touch of sacred heroic death
Turns the mere simple life into a divine immortal one.

Lie on the soft white bed,
I feel more disgust to have it
When meets the touch of death;
But I like to have the touch of death
In the place of conflict
To establish, to proclaim, to expose, and to discover
The light of truth, the sanctified light of truth,
And the light of glorious heaven.

I love life but not more than death;
I see, I behold, I find
The life of mine on the way to the glorious heaven
Where I will reach via the ride of death;
And every soul unconsciously waits for the transition.

Death inaugurates the new life,
The life where death will never come;
Only I and my Lord
And I and my Lord will there
With the happy heaven’s sweet days
And the light of glorious Heaven.

O my Lord,
I know, I know the truth;
I could perceive the light of the bright success;
You, my Lord exists my heart
With my love and my emotion.

The death will reach me to You;
Give me the strength and the power
To move in the way to You,
As the aim to create the soul becomes successful
When the soul of mine meet to You through the death.
I would like to have a smile in my face,
The smile which signs my success;
I, the mere creature of You
But deserve the aim to fulfill Your wish.