Learn More

Shamsur Rahman

(23 October 1929 – 17 August 2006 / Dhaka / Bangladesh)

The Postcard


It has been a few weeks that
A dirt smudged postcard with bad handwriting
Sitting in his shirt pocket.
Wherever the young man goes
The postcard goes with him.
The incorrectly spelt and awfully worded letter falls asleep
Close to the young man's chest
With its smell of village flowers,
Creepers and mimosa shrubs
And the soft rippling sound of water
On the edge of the pond.
The postcard from his sister
perturbs him at times.
The unemployed youth
Is helpless to support the family
Without a patriarch.
He stays out of harm's way
and keeps a very little involvement.
None has ever seen him in any political meetings or processions.
He has rather been searching for a job relentlessly.
Hunger and deep sighs are his constant companions.
Yet, on a terrified noon,
His chest was pierced by a sudden bullet.
The youth did not even have a chance to comprehend
Where the bullet was from.
Was it the police or was it from a terrorist?
The youth did not know.
Only the postcard, he noticed, in his pocket
Soaked up with his own blood.

[Translated from the Bengali by Zakeria Shirazi]

Submitted: Thursday, March 22, 2012
Edited: Thursday, March 22, 2012

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (The Postcard by Shamsur Rahman )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Trending Poets

Trending Poems

  1. A Child's Christmas in Wales, Dylan Thomas
  2. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  3. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  4. Touched by an Angel, Maya Angelou
  5. Invictus, William Ernest Henley
  6. If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
  7. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost
  8. Dreams, Langston Hughes
  9. A Dream Within A Dream, Edgar Allan Poe
  10. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou

Poem of the Day

poet Christina Georgina Rossetti

Go from me, summer friends, and tarry not:
I am no summer friend, but wintry cold,
A silly sheep benighted from the fold,
A sluggard with a thorn-choked garden plot.
...... Read complete »

   

New Poems

  1. Two Friends, Kim Barney
  2. Happy Birthday, Jesus!, Mitta Xinindlu
  3. Paint my Souls, Jennifer Colyne Hall
  4. Logic in Rhyme 5, Kim Barney
  5. What about counry, hasmukh amathalal
  6. Heart on Fire, Jennifer Colyne Hall
  7. 'Tis a Somewhat Sad Christmas!, Dr John Celes
  8. Let me observe carefully, gajanan mishra
  9. Waiting, Jennifer Colyne Hall
  10. Thank all and smile, hasmukh amathalal
[Hata Bildir]