The Present History Of Future Poem by Rahman Henry

The Present History Of Future



While we claimed ourselves to be a nation
They made sense: barbarian, farmers, subaltern

We claimed our sounds and signs to be a language
They made ​​sense: deviation of Dialects

For ourselves, we demanded a separate terrain
They began to chase away us from the Indus to the Hindukush,
And again from the Hindukush to the Indus.

What is our religion? at the question, they enjoyed jokes,
Everyday, It produced fun and laughter for them.

... ... ... ...

The kings create new palaces, monuments of pride, and roads
Besides, they create new crematoriums and graveyards.

I like those people who resurrect and stand out of
Their own shadows that have almost lost away.
Standing on their part, when I fight against devils,
I feel: the joy of worship, may be, just like this.

People are coming out of graveyards those reduced to dust...
For them, here, I've become the gardener of this
welcome-flower's gardens.

Saturday, October 11, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Afrooz Jafarinoor 14 September 2015

A fascinating prediction of the future that will hopfully be, and a brief impressive description of the oppression your homeland has experienced! You'll make a good gardener. Good luck!

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Rahman Henry

Rahman Henry

Natore, Bangladesh.
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