Mohammad Shafiqul Islam
You’re eructing after a sumptuous feast
Garbage is close to the road by the slum
Polythene bags filled with leftovers leave
Us at the hands of city stench and trashes
Yet street children, stray dogs, city crows
Survive on odds and ends in the dustbin
A sib roams around the city for three days
Still without food, she waits with a hope
A dead body lies in the drain, none looks
The crow wonders if it’ll take a morsel
S M Shahrukh
Bright days, hot nights
the moon playing hide and seek
behind dark clouds getting darker;
engulfing my town, my country,
the inner sanctum of my being.
That elusive cradle where I wish to shelter
has long since closed its loving embrace
has become the clutched fingers of
the assassins in the dark.
They move with their darkness in the bright sun
the glimmering blades, honed edges
the gun barrel cold steel, for now.
I look for the mercy of the heavens
but that high seat has long been usurped.
It is time for the evil and terror to reign supreme
in a world devoid of His mercy
in a world where people cower in fear
with terror in their eyes
silvery tears turned red
mixed with the blood of the slain.
People search deep in their hearts for
You, the merciful, the omnipotent
but they wander devoid of Your bliss
and I join in a funeral procession
carrying a coffin with faith firmly tucked within it.
[This poem was written after the attack on the Holey Artisan Bakery in Gulshan, Dhaka on July 1]
Syeda Samira Sadeque
You saw body parts moving,
I saw art.
You saw body clothes moving,
I saw colour.
And it was this difference between your right-angle and my left-angle of Seeing.
It was a hairline fracture, really,
A but-crack, a split nail.
But it was Enough.
It is destructive how we let others define our insides.
Because You, You are tucked in a corner of my brain firing neurons
Deciding how I should judge.
Because You, You are the space in a corner of my head that I actually need in the shape of an
Because I, I need to see the art, feel the colours.
Not merely see body parts moving.