Sayeed Abubakar

Gold Star - 15,953 Points (21 September 1972 / Jessore / Bangladesh)

O Soil - Poem by Sayeed Abubakar

Don't be fertile more,
Don't be a mother;
Child-traffickers, like mad dogs,
are moving everywhere.

Don't conceive any green more,
Don't conceive any forest;
The blue-eyed woodcutters, like butchers,
are sharpening their axes.

O Soil,
Rather become a desolate graveyard,
Rather become a melancholic desert.

Translated from Bengali by the poet

Comments about O Soil by Sayeed Abubakar

  • Poetheart Morgan (6/30/2013 12:53:00 PM)

    Has come the time to think about Earth for all of us, not for some! Very well written Poet! (Report) Reply

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  • Hazel Durham (6/30/2013 11:42:00 AM)

    Brilliant write, the terrible abuse of innocent children and destruction of our fertile forests with evil around,
    its better to become a desolate graveyard with nothing to take or a melancholic desert with no growth to destroy! !
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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 26, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, September 26, 2011

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