Victim's Psychotrapsis Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

You may think this to be a new coinage,
But ask Menachem Begin,
He had been gazing into a single point
On a blank wall.
He said ‘only my imagination saved me'.
He said ‘ever you go on hunting, shoot only,
When the bird is about to fly, to give her a chance'
This,
Might be a rule with hunters of scruples.
This,
Is from ‘white nights', surely
Not from Dostoevsky's'.
Close on the dreaded story
Close on the drama.
Paul Celan,
The obvious of course is ‘too obvious'
Or Bertolt Brecht's new poetry,
From my memory lapses the name
Whose hundred pages of poems
Takes you nowhere, done in stanzas of four, each.
I will keep on writing, unless
My de-fused memory recalls his name, although
I have left him on my pillow.
It resembles,
Ellen Edgar Poe, but he is not, nor is he E.E. Cummings, if
I have not added
An extra full stop,
After the second E.
His early poems have roman numbers,
The chip of my memory
Is leaping in the right direction.
While seated he wears
A suit, in a black and white.
In an interview, I talked about ‘American Depression of 1930s'
And FDR, did not come on my tongue.
A friend told me,
That how a ‘someone' harassed a woman worker,
In the office, by showing some resemblances of ‘bats'.
Recall,
The name of the poet is W.H. Auden.
Paul Celan,
You have an art.
You have seen chair's canes made of hair and soap, made
From human fat.
This is not directed.
They all joined hands to kill
Ebola Virus,
In Sierra Leone.
Is he a name of some ‘apartheid detainee'?
You may guess.
Extricate, you may say.
‘they said funerals of two thousand souls'
You are a victim.
You have a victim's psychotrapsis
A victim's trappings
He who thus has suffered
He thus unleashes suffering,
Unless he be
A Dostoevskian soul.
She who has not been given a rose
Slaughters all roses, insensitively.
Should not we grow more gracefully, age with dignity?

-It plays on some of the names who matter in global culture and have a touch on the conscience of civilization. White Nights, of Menachem Begin was my favorite book, his memoirs of Prison in Russia, and the above quotes are still in my memory. W.H. Auden is profound and rich in imagination. I immensely like the poems of Paul Celan. The romance for American history is with Gone With the Wind of Margaret Mitchel and the movie starring Vivien Leigh and Clark Gable. The poem is 'intermittent stream of consciousnesses'.

Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
August 5,2014.