Sofiul Azam Poems
|42.||The Twins' Pilgrimage||7/21/2016|
|45.||Waiting For A Package||7/22/2016|
|46.||To Robert Lowell||7/22/2016|
|48.||To Osip Mandelstam||7/22/2016|
|49.||Itch Of Maternity||10/15/2008|
|50.||Smile, Just Smile||1/8/2009|
|51.||Blueprint Of Lies||5/18/2009|
|52.||Burns And Blisters||6/21/2009|
|53.||Bottles Of Anxiety||6/21/2009|
|54.||Wounds Are Forever||6/30/2009|
|55.||Rhetoric Of Errors||6/30/2009|
|56.||Alphabet Of Compromise||9/7/2008|
|58.||Apostles Of The New Age||9/16/2005|
|60.||Somewhere Around Despair||7/25/2005|
|61.||St. George And The Dragon||8/27/2005|
|62.||In Love With A Gorgon||3/23/2005|
|63.||The House Of Rumours||3/23/2005|
Comments about Sofiul Azam
for my father
The King saw his chiefs stand like the deaf
(brave sepoys stirred blood in their veins,
yet weapons fell down dead on the battlefield)
and watched their conspiracy of silence stage the defeat.
His face was smeared with mud of defeat;
no way out of enduring bits of derivative shame.
Nothing would have occurred if he'd split hair in anger,
for he'd known pretty well: no solace in the retreat.
Getting on board the boat on the snaky Bhagirathi;
burnt in the flames of hunger along with his family
he saw things as they are, for...
The House Of Rumours
(for Monira Qais)
I had just slipped straight from my mother’s womb
into this house where rumours breed like spawn,
and the grown-ups grinned as I stood like a torso;
my eyes blinked at the dazzle of their carnival lights.
And the lords of life told I’d just be freaking out;