And Then I Was A Man Poem by Siddique Mahmudur Rahman

ASAD CHOWDHURY

There was fire in the water
There was fire in the rain
There was fire in melancholic eyes of Birangana
There was fire in the melodies of songs
Fire was in the poems
There were fire in the eyes of the dead
Who ever thought of that?
The dogs cats turn wild
Even the snake stings
The fishes even turns back
The sand particles scorch
There was fire on the prowess
Of the Freedom Fighters
All injustice tremble
At the devastating storm of protest
These are all fantasy
Stories told in faraway time
Then I was a man
But now I've turned cheap.

Translated by Siddique Mahmudur Rahman