Two poems of Sazzad Saeef

State

There is no point in crowding here.
All the red ants have gone engulfing the shadows.

The river has been eroded in the middle, thus having the school rooms within his chest our map falls down at a glance.

Migraine persists on the left of the head
and on the right was the shaded tent that too fell to the occupier’s greed.

There is no point in lying!
We repeatedly took our heart out
and explaining the situations all around
put it back in the chest;

The sun has embraced the state.
The blood has dried up that cracked
all our injuries!

[Translated by the poet]

The Fruit
(Dedicated to dear poet Maznu Shah)

The kite you are flying in the back-
Twilight moon is looking the scene at a glance. For a long time, removing the bird’s chest from the arrow, who spread blood on the horizon?

In this enlightened tale sleeping is questionable. The oven is black with smoke. Dead children appear in dreams. Mother’s jug is overflowing with water.

Dewa fruit falls in the yard.
Does the fruit can remember the memories of its stem-detachment?

[Translated by the poet]

Sazzad Saeef is a poet and translator. He is a psychiatrist by profession.
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