Sayeed Abubakar

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

The Waste Land - Poem by Sayeed Abubakar

We do not know where we live now.
Here is no difference between man and cow,
between Satan-angel.
We do not know if we are on earth or in hell.

Here darkness is brighter than light.
Here wrong is preferable to right.
Here love is hated, hatred is admired.
Here people are now tired
Of religion, truth and justice.
Here is no peace.

Topic(s) of this poem: satire of social classes


Comments about The Waste Land by Sayeed Abubakar

  • (3/17/2012 4:05:00 AM)


    That's the world we currently live in, no matter how much we pray against so many bad things sorounding us... By day the evil spread scatterly amongst every generation.. And by each day, tears flow and pain shouts out loud.... Nice reflection of the world Sir Sayeed

    The_African_Son
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    Sayeed Abubakar Sayeed Abubakar (8/7/2015 9:16:00 AM)

    A very wise comment. Thanks.

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  • (3/14/2012 9:48:00 AM)


    So apt in today's climate, where wrongs have the preference over what is known to be right... A fitting ode to today... A record for tomorrow, where maybe even these concerns won't be felt as dark could in certain corners. Just be the norm... Bravo. Karen (Report) Reply

    Sayeed Abubakar Sayeed Abubakar (8/7/2015 9:16:00 AM)

    Thanks. I am inspired by your nice speech.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 11, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, August 7, 2015


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