Shafiqul Islam Poems
|1.||About A Bird:||8/13/2008|
|2.||An Indestructible Tree.||8/13/2008|
|5.||Palestine In My Heart||8/21/2008|
|6.||O Cool Breeze Blowing From The Jordon River||8/21/2008|
|7.||Victory Will Be Surely Theirs||8/21/2008|
|8.||Sharon, The Man Of Peace||8/21/2008|
|10.||On Our Times And Our Country||2/27/2009|
|11.||I Am Suffering From Insomnia||8/13/2008|
I Am Suffering From Insomnia
I am suffering from insomnia
I spend sleepless nights.
The cry of a newborn baby,
abandoned in Ramna Park,
renders Sukantu’s declaration a lie.
Sitting on the sidewalk, under the shade of a banyan tree,
near the Ministry of Foreign Affairs
who is she, begging with pale sad eyes?
A tired hungry child cries,
his hands clutching her shoulders.
As I look at her why does the face
of an Afghan boy, his face torn
by cluster bomb, rise before my eyes?
Why do I see the faces of young people,