Sardar Faruque

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)

Topic(s) of this poem: poem

Form: Prose Poem

Comments about Storm by Sardar Faruque

  • Kelly Kurt (9/24/2015 7:01:00 PM)

    Thank you for translating and sharing this wonderful poem, Sardar (Report) Reply

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  • (9/24/2015 4:02:00 AM)

    Amazing...I've read the original and translation keeps the same spirit- - good work! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 24, 2015

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 24, 2015

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