Badruzzaman Alamgir’s Poem- Baobab
Minneapolis, Los Angeles, New York city on fire, On fire Philadelphia. Can’t breathe, George Floyd can’t breathe. Funeral mourners suffocate. Water, water where did water go? Water was stored in Baobab branch. Water turns to fire- dance on streets along with all other seeds of fire. Water, water mom, give me some water.
Howling echoes drained out in the world of wind! Wind drop as the drops of blood, millions of stars straight up, with no tears in shortage of Oxygen run, run like a blind deer burnt, burnt in Amazon forest genocide.
Fire- fly glows in every pocket. Cave paintings spin in tears. Vesuvius, Grand Canyon, Detroit, Cyclone, fire churning, air dumps capsized Philadelphia liberty bell.
A father child in wombs- look through the window of memories : tear gas assault, and blue asphalt- black electric run, and aboriginal bold air current- Om Rauvolfia, Arjuna, Olives; Om Gooseberry, Calitrope, Vasak, Aloe vera leaf. Sleep, sleep, seven kilo sleep in a bag polythene, keeping veda mantra there thick and thin.
Here are the hanging hooks of time- the furthest reaches of my soul- you put fire in crow’s wings! I fly across the world with a broken wing, the seagull on Surma river bling.
Water, water O my holy Jomjom,
whirl on street, coming out sister of fire just born, fireborne!
Poet Introduction: Badruzzaman Alamgir– playwright, Poet and Translator.
He was born in low land area Bajitpur, Kishoreganj, Bangladesh on October 21, 1964. He studied from grade school to college in Bajitpur, Kishoreganj, and then Dhaka University. He has been in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, United States Of America for 21 Years.