Poetry from Mahbub Alam

Middle aged South Asian man with reading glasses, short dark hair, and an orange and green and white collared shirt. He's standing in front of a lake with bushes and grass in the background.
Mahbub Alam


It's morning
Sitting alone in my room
Looking around the outer
Nothing clear through the glass
All seem to be vague in my eyes
In the nature's lap
I pay heed to any sound
Only the birds chirping I can hear
To recollect the past I find all obscure
In this cold foggy morning
The sun has not yet risen
All seem to be hazy
I passed the days 
So many days from my life gone by
Like the broken glass
The world appears to be blurred
In this foggy morning
The more I keep on for brightness
The more it darkens the world
Trembling in cold here in this lonely space
I hear the sound of birds only
What are they calling?

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh,
13 January, 2024.


Md. Mahbubul Alam is from Bangladesh. His writer name is Mahbub John in Bangladesh. He is a Senior Teacher (English) of Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh. 

Chapainawabganj is a district town of Bangladesh. He is an MA in English Literature from Rajshahi College under National University. He has published three books of poems in Bangla. He writes mainly poems but other branches of literature such as prose, article, essay etc. also have been published in national and local newspapers, magazines, little magazines. He has achieved three times Best Teacher Certificate and Crest in National Education Week in the District Wise Competition in Chapainawabganj District. He has gained many literary awards from home and abroad. His English writings have been being published in an International Online Magazine - Synchronized Chaos from America for seven years.