Quazi Johirul Islam Poems

I don't want you to be a scaffold and save my virginity.
Rather I want you to be a mason,
use your hammer hard on me, cut me into pieces
and put me in your mixer, roll it, roll it…
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It's not true,
I'm not sleeping.

The truth is
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Again, you bought me a new one, a beautiful one,
a very special one, with new features.
Not only hot tea or coffee remains hot,
in this special one, while drive I can hit cold
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Recently I have got friendship with thirty fresh apples,
passing the debate of Oriana Falacci, they often
Reach to three million.
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Long ago, there was no color of the earth
No black, no white, no dark, no light.
Day and night were not divided
by the line of dawn and dusk.
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Father, you said,
‘we must complete our job before the dusk'
Same was echoed in
grandfather's voice that he heard
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Wishes are growing
bigger and bigger
everyday...
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Why have they captured me?
I couldn't realize that clearly
My hands are tied in back
Feet are tied too
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There are few headless Generals in the ablution unit.
An extreme noise in cantonment, who has done it?
How is it possible, who has that audacity?
It has been a grave issue, so many
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Someone shouts at the doorstep of sleep
at the end of night
‘wake up Quazi's son, there are guests in the village'
Crossing the mud and fog of Karthik
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