A New Light Poem by Pijush Biswas

O new light, the dawn must give birth to thee
Come! Come! O new light, I hail to thee
The night is so weary; drifted, wildly clad
I couldn't sleep but impulse the to-night
To leaving the earth, or to brief indulgent.

I churn'd every minute to get relief out
Of drowsy states, not to shirk but meet thee
At the end of my task, that awaits still for
Thy arrival; as pretty works abide by no limits.
O thou read my mind, rebellious, against night.

But belief must break, if thou escapeth my will
Or eternity proves to be lie before my death.
Nay! thou dost not flee away; thou hast day,
As thou art clung to the sun, I'll not blame.
O I'm haunted with hurling questions, for thee.

New light, dost thou know who had made thee?
Thou art supreme as thou art prior to our need
He is sapient as thy entity is His unique creation.
Stay as the pioneer of life, stay afar or nigh
In this mundane life to wipe-out our pity smile.