Poems of Dr. Bodrul Alam (Sohag)

About the Poet:

Poet and literary  Dr. Bodrul Alam (Sohag) was born on 13th February 1981 in Dhaka. Father: - Engineer Md. Siddique Ullah was seriously injured in the 2001 American Twin Tower attack and passed away in 2017. His Mother Mrs. Badrun Nessa was the manager of Zil Bangla Sugar Mills Ltd. Dr. Bodrul Alam is the eldest among three brothers. After passing secondary in 1995 and higher secondary in 1997 from BAF Shaheen School and College, Dhaka respectively, he completed his  B.Sc degree in Computer Engineering  from abroad in 2001. After that he came to his own country and started his work in some multinational companies and private TV channels . He got his  MBA in 2004, LL B in 2006 and LL M in 2008. Then he qualified the Bangladesh Bar Council examination in 2010 and began to work  in the legal profession. He got his Ph D degree at the latest in 2021. Recently, he is practicing as an advocate in Bangladesh Supreme Court .

Dr. Md. Badrul Alam Sohag,is serving as an Honorary chairman in  Rupsee Bangla Textile Mills Limited, Sohag Jute and Textile Industries Limited ,Dhaka. He is also serving as a National Advisor of Bangladesh Chapter of International Organization of United Nation Volunteer (UN volunteer) team and Representative Coordinator of Bangladesh of World Organization for Human Rights and Peace. He is an Ambassador of International Human Rights Commission.

Besides, he is also the chief advisor of Dhaka Journalist Association and President of Iqra Foundation Bangladesh.

He has been writing since his childhood. His writings have also been published in international media, including several national dailies. Besides, he writes for various news portals, journals and magazines. He is serving as the Managing Editor of Daily Matrubhoomi Khabar and Weekly Agar Jan katha. He has got more than hundred national and international awards and has gone on state tours.  His 2 books of poetry, 1 novel, 1 short story and  6 books have come out in the market, besides, he has written several books jointly. His main aim is to serve the society,needy persons and to do something big for his lovely country

The Language of Love

 Dr. M. Bodrul Alam Shohag 

Love is not just spoken word,

It’s felt in silence, softly heard.

It lives in glances, small and shy,

In hearts that race when one walks by.

It lingers in a warm embrace,

A touch, a smile, a softened face.

It’s in the pause between each line,

The spaces where two souls align.

It walks with us on quiet streets,

Where hand in hand, the stillness beats.

It hides in notes and late-night calls,

In names we write on bedroom walls.

It grows where trust begins to bloom,

And lights the corners of the gloom.

It does not fade with time or age,

But deepens like a poet’s page.

Love waits in storms and sunny skies,

It holds you close when teardrops rise.

It’s sacrifice without regret,

A promise made, not once, but yet—

Again and again, through joy and pain,

In loss, in fear, in sunshine, rain.

It lifts the soul beyond the now,

And teaches hearts to learn just how—

To give without expecting much,

To speak with care, to heal with touch.

For love, though quiet, strong and true,

Can make the world feel bright and new.

So hold it close, this gift divine,

Let love in every moment shine.

And know that through both rise and fall,

Love is the greatest gift of all.

Whispers of Love and Joy
Dr. M. Bodrul Alam Shohag

In morning light, where dew drops cling,
Love rises soft on sparrow’s wing.
It dances through the golden air,
A gentle breeze, a silent prayer.

Its laughter hides in bloom and tree,
In oceans wild and melody.
It paints the sky in colors new,
A canvas brushed with every hue.

With joy it walks on summer rain,
And sings through fields of ripened grain.
It holds the sun in warm embrace,
And leaves its light on every face.

A hand held close, a stolen glance,
Two hearts entwined in quiet dance.
The rhythm flows in every beat,
Where love and joy in silence meet.

No jewel shines, no crown can gleam,
Like love’s pure fire or joy’s bright dream.
It grows in whispers, not in sound,
In roots of trust deep in the ground.

It’s not in riches we may find
This treasure born of soul and mind.
But in a smile, a word so small,
That lifts us high and breaks our fall.

So let love bloom, let joy arise,
Beyond the bounds of earth and skies.
For when they dwell within our days,
Life sings in ever brighter rays.


©®Dr. M. Bodrul Alam Shohag



The Quiet Song of Peace
Dr. M. Bodrul Alam Shohag

Peace is the hush at break of day,
When light first touches skies of gray.
It’s in the breath the forest takes,
Between the winds, across the lakes.

It walks the path where silence dwells,
Beyond the clash of clanging bells.
A whisper soft, a tender sound,
Where hearts once lost are gently found.

It does not march with banners high,
But glows beneath a watchful sky.
It does not shout, it does not scream,
It lives within a poet’s dream.

In every hand that dares to heal,
In every vow that’s made with zeal.
In tears that fall from war-torn eyes,
It lifts the soul, it stills the cries.

It’s not in swords or iron walls,
But in the way compassion calls.
A child’s laugh, a mother’s smile,
Moments where the world feels still awhile.

It’s planting seeds instead of hate,
It’s opening wide the narrow gate.
It’s building bridges over fear,
It’s drawing distant strangers near.

Peace is the light that never dies,
Though dark may fall from heavy skies.
It waits in us to rise and shine,
A sacred thread, a holy line.

So let us walk with hearts at ease,
And sow the gentle song of peace.

©®Dr. M. Bodrul Alam Shohag

The Colors of Happiness
Dr. M. Bodrul Alam Shohag

Happiness is morning’s gleam,
A sunbeam dancing in a dream.
It tiptoes in on laughter's song,
And fills the day where hearts belong.

It hides in cups of steaming tea,
In whispered tales and memory.
In blooming flowers by the door,
In footprints on a sandy shore.

It’s found in books with pages turned,
In lessons lived and moments learned.
In hands held close, in eyes that shine,
In voices saying, “You are mine.”

Happiness is in the little things—
A bird that soars, a bell that rings.
A breeze that hums through window panes,
The scent of earth in summer rains.

It’s dancing in the pouring rain,
It’s singing loud without refrain.
It’s in the stars that light the sky,
In dreams that never say goodbye.

It doesn’t need a crown or throne,
It thrives in being not alone.
A heartfelt note, a gentle touch,
A simple truth that means so much.

So let it bloom and never cease—
This gentle joy, this inner peace.
For happiness is not so far,
It’s who we are, just as we are.


©® Dr. Bodrul Alam Sohag