When The Storm Ends Poem by M Mostaqul Haque

Nightmare in the brain haunts
Storm, storm a thunder shouts
Should insomnia lull like a mother?
What makes sea-goddess so angry?
Why the Ocean is a cruel imperialist?

Oh! Ethereal agent of devastation
An illegitimate spy of crazy climate
Why are you making such an intrigue?
What rage is foaming in south sea?
Though my close neighbor
Double standard of a rare brand
In a moment so furious
The fate I never understand.

Such a pleasure in destruction
How life is thrown like a Polly thin torn
Makes a challenge for existence
Never the living beings would surrender.
Area is ours; ocean’s lease must cease
No storm, give me the sober breeze
Come wind, a productive touch
Give me dream so delicious.

Now, look at the blow ceases
That angry Baleshwar becomes calm
The favorable wind flows
Sea gull sings in the blue canvass
Unknown fragrance compensates a lot
Hear it is the time – the world calls
Progress opens the gate
Now it is marching onward
Who cares that harsh threat?
It is a solder’s way and fate.

No body can bear the breath of a dead
Reality hard, survival is the last fight
Make haste to life, leave the grave
You are brave, make sense to life
Facing the challenge ensure stand
To the way of sustainable safeguard.

Once more a fresh start, my friends
When the storm ends.
100 30November 2007