My heart rather wants to stay very simple, even not to know what fancy and emotions are.

Imdadul Islam, an eminent English and Bengali bilingual poet from Murshidabad, West Bengal, India shares his poetry

Imdadul Islam, born on September 6, 1975 is a contemporary Indian English and Bengali bilingual poet and author who lives in the village of Piprapuri under Domkal municipality, district Murshidabad, West Bengal. The poet completed Masters in English literature in 2016. He works as a teacher however is also an earnest fond of composing English and Bengali poems with detective story writing as well. He is peace ambassador for multiple international literary, peace and human rights organizations. He is the district secretary of Mother Teresa Foundation in district Murshidabad. He is author and co-author of many English and Bengali books. He is also the composer of the English poetry anthology ‘The Rhythmic Blossoms’. He has been honored with multiple online international Honorary Doctorate certificates from various world class literary and human rights organizations, academy and universities like Good Samaritan Theological seminary (Nigeria), Prixton Church And University (America), Global Smart University (Middle East) affiliated with UK, Lazar international Journal of Arts and Peace (Algeria), World Spiritual Humanity Peace and Literary Association (Bangladesh), Al Fayad international academy for Literature, Culture and the Arts (Egypt), Elite Arab Creative Union (Middle East) and some others as well. He also owns some high and senior honor certificates from various international peace, human rights and literary organizations. The author won Universal Poetry Cup 2023 organized by World Literary Art Impressions magazine (Romania) and Peace poet award from WLFPHR (Bhutan).

MY HEART WANTS TO STAY SIMPLE

Don’t try to reach me at the pinnacle of fancy and emotions my beloved ones,

My heart rather wants to stay very simple, even not to know what fancy and emotions are.

Don’t try to make me insane with your high caress my beloved ones,

My heart wants to be very simple with no changing in circumstances.

My life perseveres to ken how to struggle to live,

My life perseveres to ken how sympathetic should one become in others’ need,

Even sometimes romance

Doesn’t dare to approach me.

As my heart wants to stay simple,

I’m always avid to be simple one, to be with all.

Do you know the reason my esteemed ones?

Listen to me.

The simple ones don’t try to live the high voracious lives,

The simple ones can understand others,

The simple ones can love all,

The simple ones don’t try to achieve the whole world inside his own fist!

After all

They don’t care the dark politics and fierce wars.

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IN THE HAUNTED FOREST

In search of you I wander in the human crowds, day long for the years unknown,

When the scorching sun blazes me and makes me sweat all over the body.

In winter the cold air also cuts like a sharp knife.

It’s not a matter, but when somebody laughs at me, I can’t tolerate.

I roam inside the haunted forests in the night times for the years unknown,

When the crickets whistle for a long and long time without gasping,

The owls screech and the ferocious jungle animals also howl there.

Despites, I roam and roam inside the haunted forests and the fields,

When nobody is awakened,

The night-deity touches the heads of the restive trees and their off-springs giving them sweet sleeping.

But my movements in search of you don’t end,

As my heart has foretold me in a nap,

You would be somewhere at a unknown place and time.

But where are you my dream’s one?

Why you don’t give me a look.

Are you a Mirage?

If you don’t meet me,

Why did you come in my dream?

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THE WORLD NEEDS…

The world’s true bosom searches the auspicious moment,

The moment while destruction will be paused,

Echo of lamentation will have no more.

The world’s true bosom searches the auspicious moment,

The moment while man will not suck and shed man’s blood,

People will seek only peace for each other.

The bosom searches the moment,

The moment while bigotry will not exist on this sober planet,

People will forget all the antipathy.

The world’s true bosom searches,

Searches only love and peace where people love and love everybody,

None will try to be cruel and dare devil to others,

To be greedy for other’s chattel and life as well.

The bosom searches and searches on….

May it find the moment?

May it find its craved auspicious moment?

Yes, it must find the true moment when the bad esses of our hearts will be destroyed by ourselves.

Is that very hard?

No, perhaps.

Let’s search the auspicious moment the world needs.

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Published under International Cooperation with "Sindh Courier"