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Kamaru Zzaman Poem
Where had I seen you? I know your cloudless face, bleary-eyed forehead.
Everything says what I imagined you in my remotest dream and desire. It takes a
long while to forget your intrepid looking body and soul, Did God fashion you in his
own hand and in his own image. Is God the creator of your soul? Where are you
hailing from? I asked you. You remained as if a stormy-petrel is whispering a soul
song in your ear.
But I got my heart at you when you abruptly melted into your own clouds. In tears
and jeers you cheered at your sovereignty. Your sovereignty spoke in many
languages. In many words, it became a tome of dignity. You are just an epitome of
rude fire and smoky fumes that never burn at the slightest provocation of love or
hate. At the end of the tunnel I got you not running behind the stray dogs.
What should I name you? Nymph of the valley? The jingle of your body language is
still deafening my silence. You are standing at the threshold of my conscience. You
are neither singing nor dancing. Your presence makes all the difference as if
someday you will kiss some somnambulist on his journey to oblivion. You are right
at the corner of my wakefulness when all the birds have left their nests to greet the
tomorrow to come.
Copyright © Kamaru Zzaman | Year Posted 2008
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Kamaru Zzaman Poem
No way to go
No way to go farther
Farther from the isle of breath
No way to fumble
A few steps more in vain
To go dancing in the rain
Or in the lengthening sunshine
Around the few chuckles in mystic eyes
No way to go smiling all alone
Within the basking dewdrops way side
On the blushing pleasures
Off the tulip delights of the rose-bowl
The withering rays of the candle light
Huffing and puffing to cry no more
No more to cross the lines
Of dreams and desire
To kiss the face of the terra-cotta images
To miss the murals of the touchstone
In sober sense of escaping dignity
No way to escape further
From the lifelines of days and nights
No way to go, no way to go
No way to dare
No way to share your lungs
No way to bare your heart
To sing love to God
To wink your eyes at ease
No time to suck the honey-comb
No time to shoot the arrow in fire
Off the bow at your funeral pyre
To boost the hell of your seasons of desire
Across the sovereign reign
Of fleeting images
And dreams
No way to swallow the basal fruits
No more time to expire your rights
No more time to say goodbye to all
No way to defend your rights at all
You have no rights! You have no rights!
Copyright © Kamaru Zzaman | Year Posted 2008
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