(March 8, / House 11B, Road 28, Dhanmondi R/A, Dhaka -1209, Bangladesh(Now live in Dhaka permanently.))

What do you think this poem is about?

A Wartime Coffin

I am a deadman
There is none to carry my coffin
The street is barren, remote sound of boots
Barking of dogs are floatinf on the smoky air.

I shouldered my own coffin to the graveyard
Caretakers ask me
Who is this in the coffin
I replied, its me

Livings are fighting with vultures
Embedded journalists are all around
Medias are eating their own flesh
Its a time now
To carry your own coffin to the graveyard.

Submitted: Tuesday, June 24, 2008


Comments about this poem (A Wartime Coffin by Devil Poet )

Enter the verification code :

  • Ashraful Musaddeq (10/4/2008 2:40:00 PM)

    A very nice and touchy poem.
    Last stanza is beautiful.
    10+ for it.

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • Sathyanarayana M V S (7/28/2008 1:10:00 AM)

    A great poem indeed to be remembered for ever.I could see a glimpse of my poem GRAVEYARD. THANK U SIR.
    sathya narayana

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • Melvin Banggollay (6/27/2008 12:16:00 AM)

    A wonderful methaphor indeed. thanks for sharing this nicely written poem.

    take care,
    melvin

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
Read all 3 comments »
[Hata Bildir]