Firear Poem by Nirmalendu Goon

Firear

Rating: 4.8


There is a big crowd at the Police Station.
Suspicious soldiers in the city are taking away all firearms.
Frightened citizens, in accordance with military
directives, are depositing their shotguns,
rifles, pistols and cartridges like promised offerings
at some holy shrine. On the table
lay the saint's hand like a flower.

Only I disobeying the military directive,
turned a mild rebel. I am openly returning
to my room, and yet with me rests
a terrible firearm like the heart.
I didn't surrender it.

[Translated by Kabir Chowdhury]

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mahtab Bangalee 20 August 2019

yeah the true one the true patriot the true freedom fighter never can surrender to the illegal and untrue.............////

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Surajit Banerjee 05 February 2016

'a terrible firearm like the heart. I didn't surrender it.' - the voice of a rebel

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Nirmalendu Goon

Nirmalendu Goon

Netrokona / Bangladesh
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