My Mother’s Name
by Al Mahmud
Procession of memories all around me
like a band of pursued sorrows.
In the clenched fists
and on the lips
of my blood soaked friends rose
fierce shouts
like the thrusts of sharp pointed spears
Bangla , Bangla !
Who takes the name of my sleeping mother ?
Pressing my face on the window pane
I saw in a momentary flash
Time’s white lotus rise
over the edge of the horizon.
And I heard the twitter
of February’s fearless birds
on all the main streets
of the metropolis,
And I saw the faces.
of my singing brothers
glowing like so many
Bangla ….. Bangla
Rose my mother’s name from
various parts
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