The fire endures, rekindled in the embers of dreams,
And at the frontier of dawn, metals confront sinew,
Their collision heralds the birth of a new epoch.
Dr. Sajid Hussain, a renowned poet from Rawalpindi, Punjab province of Pakistan shares his poetry on humanity and nature
Dr. Sajid Hussain, born on February 1, 1969, in Morgah, Rawalpindi, Pakistan, is a distinguished poet, educator, and advocate for literature. He holds memberships in global literary organizations and has received numerous accolades, including the Shahitya Pata Award and the Rabindranath Tagore Memorial Literary Honors. He has authored acclaimed works and contributed to international anthologies. A senior Chemistry teacher and Master Trainer in “Low Cost and No Cost Science Material,” Dr. Hussain is also a homeopathic doctor and former principal. His poetry, often focused on humanity and nature, is widely published and translated. Dr. Hussain is a committed advocate for global understanding, cultural exchange, and social justice, using his platform to inspire positive change and foster dialogue. Dr. Sajid Hussain is the author of several acclaimed books and has co-authored numerous international anthologies. His notable works include: Acquits of Life, Parlance, Cloud Nine Fantasia, Oceanic Upwelling, and Waves and Rays of the Life. He has also contributed to and co-authored various international anthologies, including: Flowers of Love, Arabian Nights, Poets for Peace, The Candles of Hope, Poetry Collection, Poetry for Ukraine, The Silk Road Literature, Ancient Egyptians Modern Poets, Mediterranean Waves, Peace and Love Make Society, Rhapsodies, and Dandelions: Multiverse of Poets. Additionally, he compiled Pakistani English Poets Prodigy, which was published in the USA. Dr. Hussain’s books and anthologies cover themes such as love, peace, resilience, and the human condition. His works are known for their profound empathy and eloquence, reflecting a deep understanding of the human experience. His poetry has been featured in prominent international magazines and websites, and he has penned over 1400 poems, published in more than 200 world anthologies and magazines, translated into several major languages.
Embers of Rebellion
A solitary cry reverberates through the corridors of centuries,
Dispatched amidst chaos to raise its throb,
To seek to take root in unyielding soil,
It unfolds like a flame consuming not to annihilate,
But to dismantle archaic foundations,
And prepare ground for nascent growth,
It fractures silence with the convulsions of truth,
Summoning from slumber the burdened spirit,
Entombed within the strata of time, Veiled in stone now begins to fissure,
Its resonance intensifies with each blow struck,
At the margins of shadow, at the edge of night,
Rusting down beneath the rebel’s feet the iron pride,
Awakes in the layers of netting of its own,
The insurgent treads to edify of pride oxidizes,
Stirred awake within the tangled architecture blinks in gain,
The wind becomes a harbinger of seeds,
Destined only for those courageous enough to cultivate them,
Freedom bleeds through every link of the chain,
Clinging to existence until the final collapse into dust,
The fire endures, rekindled in the embers of dreams,
And at the frontier of dawn, metals confront sinew,
Their collision heralds the birth of a new epoch.
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Echoes in the stillness
Despite sealed windows the drapery stirs mysteriously,
Repeated pacing etches linear depressions into the floorboards,
The vacant swing oscillates in stagnant air,
Pages of heart leaf through without cognitive engagement,
The candle’s flame quivers as though disturbed by invisible breath,
A trapped fly collides endlessly with the windowpane,
A fine fissure webs across the mirror’s surface,
Hesitating in its function a lamp emits inconsistency,
A faded keepsake languishes beneath layers of settled dust,
Wind chimes issuing dissonant tones in utter stillness,
Orphaned within the drawer a solitary sock remains,
The kettle seethes unattended, exceeding its threshold,
The mailbox persists in emptiness, unvisited by correspondence,
Solitude weeps in the spaces between sounds,
The mirror clouds over without the presence of breath,
Even shadows remember where once belonged,
Grief wears his coat still hanging by the door.
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