Fayeza Hasnat |
Dr. Fayeza Hasanat, author, academic, and translator, completed
her MA and PhD in English from
the University of Florida. She is the author of Nawab Faizunnesa’s Rupjalal:
Translation and Commentary and The Voices of War Heroines: Sexual
Violence, Testimony, and the Bangladesh Liberation War. Her debut short
story collection, The Bird Catcher and Other Stories, was simultaneously
published from the USA and Bangladesh. Hasanat teaches at the English
Department of the University of Central Florida.
HOPE
Brown pine
needles, awakened by the wind
Flying,
like birds, on their flimsy wings
Falling,
like rain, from the sky made of pines
Landing,
on the ground, amidst the white snow
Unwinged,
unleashed, from the tree, its home,
Yet
sticking out, defiant and stout, like hope.
I saw a woman in Boston Common
Standing, with her feet buried in snow
Waving—a flag of yellow and blue.
Unrooted, she can’t go back where
Fathers lie dying and mothers die holding
Their babies in the safety of their wombs.
A war at home raged a war in her heart
With the pole of her flag, she fought the wind
Like a warrior of hope.
She stood with a crowd of yellow and blue
And all other colors: white, black, purple, and brown
They stood like trees, defiant and undead
With their roots sticking out of the snow,
Like pine needles, stout and dauntless.
Their flags soared in the wind, like wind
Smearing the sky with yellow and blue
The color of hope.
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