Eid Mubarak, friends,
Say your Eid prayer at home,
We turn your prayer fields into cow sheds
...
Ramzan month,
The usual crowd is missing,
Hawkers look sad.
...
Abu Siddik teaches at Plassey College, West Bengal, India. He is a bilingual (English and Bengali) writer, editor, and reviewer. He loves to write poems, short stories and critical articles on the struggle and resilience of the Indian marginalised communities, the underdogs, the outcasts, the invisibles. Some of his writings have appeared in Muse India, Spillwords, Setumag, Poems India, Indian Periodical, Indian Ruminations, Mercurial Stories, Induswomenwriting, Different Truths, Café Dissensus, Story Mirror, GloMag, PPP Ezine, Atunispoetry, Literary Yard, Saranga, Destiny Poets, Boloji, Allpoetry, Countercurrents, Atlantic Literary Review, Phenomenal Literature, etc. He has four poetry books, three short story books and four critical books. His latest publications include Identity and Belonging: Mapping the Margins (Authorspress, New Delhi) and Banger Musalman: Somaj Pironer Dahan Brittanto (Gangchil, Kolkata) . He is the editor of a Bangla literary portal: https: //chetona.org/. Please visit his website for more: https: //abusiddik.com/)
Lynching
Eid Mubarak, friends,
Say your Eid prayer at home,
We turn your prayer fields into cow sheds
And hear,
Don't dare to wear a skull cap,
Our boys will smash your head to the ground
Don't put on a lungi either,
Our good boys will deliver instant justice,
They will cut your genitals and throw them into the gutters
Ask your women and girls not to wear hijab,
Our boys will tear it apart and rape them before your eyes
Don't deal in cattle,
Our boys will lynch you in daylight