Sayeed Abubakar

Gold Star - 11,858 Points (21 September 1972 / Jessore / Bangladesh)

The Hand Of A Jew - Poem by Sayeed Abubakar

Thinking him a man, I stretched out
my right hand towards him.

No sooner had I kept my hand on his hand
than it got wet with a horrid smell.

I washed my hand many times with ashes
and with sweet-smelling soaps.

I went bathing many times in the Ganges
and in all the oceans.

Even I bathed my whole body
with sacredness, hatred and love.

Yet that horrid smell has not vanished at all
from my right hand and from my whole body.

Now I think over that hand-
Alas! Was it the hand of a fox scratching corpses?
Or was it the hand of a vulture or of a hyena?

[[Translation of Bangla poem 'Ehudir Hat' taken from the poet's first book 'Pronoyer Prothom Pap' (1996) ]

Topic(s) of this poem: love


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Hatred against inhumanity

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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 18, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, August 4, 2014


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