Biography:
Dr. Jahangir Alam Rustom was born on December 31, 1970, in Bangladesh. Dr. Rustom is a poetic icon, one of the best poets in the world, and a multi-award-winning poet. He gained a lot of accolades, crests, awards, and receptions at home and abroad for his romantic English poetry. He is adorned with some prestigious positions like coordinator, secretary general, advisor, and ambassador to some world-renowned literature and cultural forums. He is the recipient of more than 400 international awards, including the „Best Poet Award“, „Queen Zenobia Award“, „Independence Day Award“, „Prince of World Culture Award“, „Honorary Nobel Prize“ etc., for his contributions to literature, peace, culture, and human development. He is the author of 14 English poetry books. His poetry translated into more than 40 languages.
GARDEN IN THE MOON
To purchase some wild flowers
I went to the moon,
Through the shimmering light
It was full of melody and tune.
Each plant was embellished
With multicolored blazing flowers,
Intoxicated bumble bees
Sang and danced in the bowers.
In a corner of the garden
I met with an amazing fairy,
As diamonds fell from her every laugh
Body like the aroma of airy.
I fell in love with her
When she exchanged speeches with me,
Seemed we talked for long
Though it was for a wee.
Ever beautiful—- ever joyful
—-The hanging garden,
The morning reddish sun shouted
Awake! All from sleep all of a sudden.
Without my conscious
I slept on the lap of the fairy,
In the ever-dreaming garden
Beyond my territory.
Still, I remember the hanging garden
Into the glittering moon,
The ever-dreaming beautiful girl
The beauty sleep and the croon!
MEMORY THAT SINGS
In a moment of silence, I often remember you
———- You are my lost song’s tone,
I often go with you on my endless journey
On the midway, I found myself alone.
To live with you forever
Is it a daydream?
Tears are running down my cheeks
Being with multicolored cream.
You live on the petal of a blooming flower
I can often see;
Sometimes your song is in a buzzing voice
Of a flying bumblebee.
I often miss my ways
On the unforgettable shattered memory,
I usually lose sometimes
When I don’t find you in my regular activity.
I’ll fly with colored wings to catch the moon
From my landscaped garden,
Until I get you back
When I live in my dream heaven.
INTO MY HEART
You will live into my heart
And spread floral fragrance,
You are my only song
To sing in a moment of silence.
I’ll fly with you often
To catch the golden moon,
In my dreams, you are the only queen
And you are a beautiful sleeping boon.
We’ll tell the tale
And memorize speeches together,
In a quiet moment of a rainy day
Those songs are forever.
You are my only moon
That shimmers the golden smelt ray,
You are my only boat
On an ocean above the waterway.
You are my heartbeat
By which I live,
You are my source of inspiration;
You are my only belief.
IN A HEAVEN
Seven queens would live with me
When I was in heaven,
Full with foliage and flowers
Like a decorated garden.
They wrote poetry and drama
Often in the morning;
And recited and acted those
Just before the evening.
I was the only audience
And sat in a wheelchair,
After gaining sense
I found myself in the pair.
Sometimes with a lady poet
Often with a singer;
Sometimes like a butterfly
Danced in the floating air.
Someone supplied liquor and wine
Often with a handy fan,
None was poor and dirty
The smiling faces belonged to everyone.
Fresh and ripen fruits were hanging
In the plants and trees;
When I would feel hungry
The fruits were picked up by some fairies.
GARDEN IN THE MOON
To purchase some wild flowers
I went to the moon,
Through the shimmering light
It was full of melody and tune.
Each plant was embellished
With multicolored blazing flowers,
Intoxicated bumble bees
Sang and danced in the bowers.
In a corner of the garden
I met with an amazing fairy,
As diamonds fell from her every laugh
Body like the aroma of airy.
I fell in love with her
When she exchanged speeches with me,
Seemed we talked for long
Though it was for a wee.
Ever beautiful—- ever joyful
—-The hanging garden,
The morning reddish sun shouted
Awake! All from sleep all of a sudden.
Without my conscious
I slept on the lap of the fairy,
In the ever-dreaming garden
Beyond my territory.
Still, I remember the hanging garden
Into the glittering moon,
The ever-dreaming beautiful girl
The beauty sleep and the croon!