I want to pierce every one....// I was not born without complaints. I pronounced with piercing shrieks the first fault of this soil’s seasonal wheel. I’ve displayed the pestilence and possibilities on my skin of all tinned milk. And this is the way I’ve learned to indentify my time- through my complains. A mile stone identify and divide the road, The moisture-rich air is measured into brilliant balloons. In the geography books, all bodies of water push this vast earth into one-third of its expanse. People are known by their eccentricities. Here, without hunger, there are no gaping mouths, No forests without thorny trees. Without the sweat of slaves there’s no society, Without huge stones no rushing stream could take it’s rippling turns, Without the launching of missiles there’s no war. And without the burning neglect Love can not be measured. The wayward embrace reveals renunciation’s root, Rage exhausts itself in a cascade of sweat, Touch comes to climax in a sudden blow, And in the gigantic build-up Of torture on a massive scale Palestine is announced to the world. So I want to leave my mark On every Ethiopia, Namibia, On 1971 in Bangladesh, through my protest in the Falgun- the month to raise voices, By piercing every one with the arrows of my voice. == ( The translation is done by my friends Dr Carolyn Wright & Dr Syed Manzoorul Islam with me). Though it was written in the early time of my life as a poet and translated in 1989 I chose to read it. At that time I used to write only in Bengali. I read it at Covent Garden along with other poems for 10 minutes and wandered, the world has not changed much from 1988- rather the situation is worse now. Thanks Bondhu Carolyne and Monzoor for your friendship. For you guys I was heard first beyond the boundary.
Posted on: Thu, 07 Aug 2014 06:14:43 +0000