Sayeed Abubakar

Gold Star - 13,308 Points (21 September 1972 / Jessore / Bangladesh)

Sleep - Poem by Sayeed Abubakar

When the enemies surrounded their house,
their guns were sleeping tight
pouring oil into their noses.

When their mothers, sisters, wives and daughters
were getting raped together on the same bed,
their guns were sleeping tight
like Kumbhakarna.*

At last when they were attacked
and were being slaughtered like bulls
felling them on the ground,
still their guns were into deep sleep.

Someone, having come to them, said, 'Brethren,
kindly awake your guns now.'

They, setting hands on his mouth, said,
'By God, never utter such a word
and let the guns sleep peacefully
which way they are sleeping
and we want to see them sleeping this way;
even after the doomsday, we want to see that
no one has come to break their innocent sleep.'

* a mythical monster mentioned in the Indian epic Ramayana who slept six months at a stretch.

Topic(s) of this poem: satire, satire of social classes

Comments about Sleep by Sayeed Abubakar

  • Hazel Durham (5/18/2013 9:03:00 AM)

    Sleep while all around terror invades, then they are slaughtered, I wonder what is the point of them having guns if they don't protect themselves! (Report) Reply

    Sayeed Abubakar Sayeed Abubakar (11/3/2015 11:15:00 AM)

    Right. I am always impressed by your brilliant comment.

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  • Poetheart Morgan (5/17/2013 11:53:00 AM)

    I think there is a time to sleep and another time to be quite awake. When awake use all their strength to protect themselves. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 18, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, November 3, 2015

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