Shafiqul Islam

I Am Suffering From Insomnia - Poem by Shafiqul Islam

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,
children and old women,
wildly running in every direction?
why do I see so many coffins
full of martyrs’ corpses?
why is these such a long procession of tears?

When I see such things,
tell me, please, how can I go to sleep?

The cries of my brother, the cries of my mother
break my heart.
I know, the frightened shriek
of a young maiden
will not stop their air raids.
We know, the tears of the gecko
did not stop the fire’s holocaust.

Yet it is true that these days
I do not sleep well.
A mighty migraine performs a sacred ritual
inside my head
and prays for sorrow and pain.


Comments about I Am Suffering From Insomnia by Shafiqul Islam

  • Brian Jani (5/22/2014 7:39:00 PM)

    Shafiqul I'm easily impressed.nicely done (Report) Reply

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  • Ashraful Musaddeq (9/15/2008 2:32:00 PM)

    A nice poem with beautiful imagery. I love it and added my 10 to it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 13, 2008

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