At Midnight Poem by Sayeed Abubakar

At Midnight

Rating: 2.8


At midnight, I go to bed
But sleep doesn't descend.
In the air, I hear people's cry under bombing
And children's cry in hunger.

'What can I do for them? ' I shout.
My pen replies, 'Pick me up
And compose a terrific poem
To teach the oppressors a lesson.'

My sword replies, 'Seize me
And start fighting for them.
To live you have to fight
Against the killers.'

I pick up my pen into one hand
And my sword into another;
My blood starts dancing, and I can
Neither eat nor sleep.

Saturday, April 16, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: humanity,love,love and art,love and life,rebel,revolutionary
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Sriranji Aratisankar 07 July 2016

Poet-craft is very weak, not impressive at all. however receiving 239 votes, a miraculous one.

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Sayeed Abubakar 07 July 2016

A very communal reader. No common poetic sense at all. It is a translation of a popular Bengali poem. You have not noticed its message. Why do you try to enter into the world of poetry carrying the dirty soul of Bankim Chandra?

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Seema Chowdhury 20 April 2011

a nice thought provoking poem about your conscious. sure we fight many battle within ourselves. a nice write.

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Sayeed Abubakar 07 July 2016

Thank you very much, dear poet, for your valuable comment.

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Jessore / Bangladesh
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