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Sultana Naznin
Inheritance
The sky has touched by twirl smoke
On the launched missile have written the definition of humanity –
I am speaking from Jerusalem and the Gaza Strip
My brother’s dead body, how heavy the weight of an extinct body!
You haven’t learnt to understand, by looking into the eyes of the dead father –
What language are you speaking?
Firangi wind over our settlement
What a dare they –
Corpse, corpse, corpse-light!
”Ashhadu Allah ilaha illallahu, wahdahu la sharika lahu; Wa ashhadu anna muhammadan abduhu wa rasuluhu ” –
The letters of gunpowder are being spread from house to house
Blood flow became the mass flow.
From standing in the midst of the death
We learned to break the geography and history –
The tears, blood and sweat-soaked right of inheriting.
Translated by Faruk Ahmed Roni
Copyright@Sultana Naznin
Posted 8:39 pm | Saturday, 05 June 2021
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