Storm Poem by Sardar Faruque

I never liked successful people!
Jealous? No, it is not really it.
It is that I could not stand their greasy success stories!

Somehow the poor and the failed always gravitated toward me.
Their heartbreaking life stories would drive me crazy.
At times I would try to advise them like a wise counsel - giving colorful hopes!
But that would collapses in due course.

I knew - I knew very well that I had no godly power.
Angry and helpless - I would cut off all relationships.

Then suddenly there would be storm - floodwaters would inundate everyplace - and I would forget how to swim!


(Translation- Ali Ahmed)