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| Mosarrap Hossain Khan |
- Mosarrap H Khan
Tonight I could write a love poem
Conjuring your absence into presence
Listening to Iqbal Bano’s lilting pathos
Tonight I could.
Tonight I could write a poem of hope
Having borne the virus for 120 days
Now oozing from every pore
Tonight I could.
Tonight I could write a poem of resistance
Babies clinging to their mother’s breasts
Women rising bewitched by the flag
Tonight I could.
Tonight I could write a poem of revolution
Time wafting across a hallucinating poet’s eyes
Trembling arm forming a final salute
Tonight I could.
Listening to Iqbal Bano’s lilting pathos
Tonight I could.
Tonight I could write a poem of hope
Having borne the virus for 120 days
Now oozing from every pore
Tonight I could.
Tonight I could write a poem of resistance
Babies clinging to their mother’s breasts
Women rising bewitched by the flag
Tonight I could.
Tonight I could write a poem of revolution
Time wafting across a hallucinating poet’s eyes
Trembling arm forming a final salute
Tonight I could.
Bio: Mosarrap Hossain Khan teaches at O.P. Jindal Global University, Sonipat, Haryana, India. He is a founding-editor at Caf├й Dissensus magazine.
Although the title sounds like Neruda, the poem is unlike Neruda's. It is a song of hope in times of hopelessness , with the call that we will rise again, instilling in us the hope the confidence that we will overcome this unprecedented crisis in a moment's time.
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