On the battlefield!
By Shakhawat Tipu
What a foggy day it was!
Sky was covered in smoke
above the head.
War-crafts went in the wrong direction!
Howling, screaming, and moaning
was mixed with the stream of the sea!
We heard it go away—
A poet's words, free speech.
Was she marching alone, —God Knows!
Procession heard from far away—
But who was listening, terrible cry of life!
She wrote a wounded heart—
How the injured blood dries up!
How the innocent child become orphaned!
How life disappears under the pile of rubble!
How countless people become landless
and the memories of those who live
white like grass buried in the stone!
Before the bomb hit, she was thinking—
Birds have no borders
They have no fighter-jets
They have only free wings
They have a free blue sky
Like the poet's free speech.
Foolish bombs don’t know how beautiful life is!
Killer bullets don’t know the human soul is sacred!
[Poet's Note: Tribute to the memory of Hiba Kamal]