I have translated it into English from the original version of a Bengali poem by Saidul Islam.
How easily you fill up the blackboard with white letters. As soon as you utter 'A', all the apples of the world drop down to the edges of your lips. 'B' for bananas that rush to your classrooms like a flock of giraffes with straightened necks at the wind's speed. It's childhood when each of you becomes a little cat. In the dark, you keep awake in our pots. You love dogs; not for anybody else do your hearts sob like this.
Quickly you step across each of the letters. The stairs. Each of the countries.
All your interest, fascination, is the human body. Everyday the atomic surprise that swells in your bones covers up the whole of our world. We hang up like skeletons in your laboratories.
Poetry by Sofiul Azam
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Written on 2006-05-18 at 16:04
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Song for American Children
How easily you fill up the blackboard with white letters. As soon as you utter 'A', all the apples of the world drop down to the edges of your lips. 'B' for bananas that rush to your classrooms like a flock of giraffes with straightened necks at the wind's speed. It's childhood when each of you becomes a little cat. In the dark, you keep awake in our pots. You love dogs; not for anybody else do your hearts sob like this.
Quickly you step across each of the letters. The stairs. Each of the countries.
All your interest, fascination, is the human body. Everyday the atomic surprise that swells in your bones covers up the whole of our world. We hang up like skeletons in your laboratories.
Poetry by Sofiul Azam
Read 1055 times
Written on 2006-05-18 at 16:04
Tags Anxiety
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