Sayeed Abubakar

Gold Star - 17,568 Points (21 September 1972 / Jessore / Bangladesh)

At Midnight - Poem by Sayeed Abubakar

At midnight, I went to bed
but failed to sleep.

In the air, I listened the cry of people
under bombing and the cry of children
in hunger.

'What can I do for them? ' I shouted.

A pen said, 'Pick me up
and write a terrific poem
to teach the oppressors.'

A sword said, 'Seize me
and start fighting for them.'

I picked up the pen in one hand
and the sword in the other.
My blood started dancing.
Now I can neither eat nor sleep.

Topic(s) of this poem: rebel, revolutionary, humanity, love, love and art, love and life

Form: Prose Poem

Poet's Notes about The Poem

It is a translation of my Bengali poem 'Modya Rate' belonging to my book 'Ebar Ektibar Eksathe'.

Comments about At Midnight by Sayeed Abubakar

  • Sriranji Aratisankar (7/7/2016 7:19:00 AM)

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

    Sayeed Abubakar(7/7/2016 8:56:00 AM)

    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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  • (4/20/2011 9:20:00 AM)

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

    Sayeed Abubakar(7/7/2016 8:58:00 AM)

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

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 16, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, July 7, 2016

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