Taifas Literary Magazine No. 6, December, 2020

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14Taifas Literary Magazine No. 6, 2020, DecemberSwapanjoy ChowdhuryBangladeshISSN 2458-0198 - ISSN-L 2458-0198Bird of FireI forgot the memory of my childhoodto see fire in the eyes of bird.Some straw are spreadingamong with the dream and reality.I become a bloody instead of a bird.I’m sinking in the world of sin instead of a child.Forgetfulness memory of past pull down meI fixed myself with number, ailment andweakness.I’m flittering my wings to touch the skyI felled on the earth,I reform myself from ash.Fire is not burn in the eyes of birdbut the probability is shining.You and me in the twenty firstcenturyIn the twenty first century,You can adjust everything in normallyFor example: After laid down the dead bodyOf your beloved kin in the tomb,You could sleep easily to switch off the energylamp.Though nothing had happened, everything isnormal.Do you give me a piece of shelter in your heart?You will busy for yourself in the dust of time.The red and yellow colored fish of aquariumWill obscure to make water ballIn front of your eyes,You have nothing to do.You will manage new fish instead of it.Your wife, kids and parents will dieIn front of your eyes,You have nothing to do.You will search a new relationThough it was a normal thing for you.You will be a dry riverWhich has no water.You will be a leafless treeWhich has no shadow.Blue Black BurqaThe lady couldn’t forgetthe breathless striking of angel till now.The bird of dawn was singing a songto see her orange shaped lips,It was her sin.After death of angel,Till she covered herselfWith blue black burqa by scared faith.Water of roaring river can’t touchThe tunnel of her breath.Portrait paper of the Van Goughand the Vinci will vacuum.Only the blue black burqaWill be flitting on violent air.Biography of Swapanjoy CowdhurySwapanjoy Chowdhury is a prominent poet, storywriter and translator of Bangladesh. He is working as aLecturer of Accounting in South Point College. Beforethat he worked in World Literature Centre ( BishawShahitta Kendra) as an Assistant Coordinator.Publication: Poem: PatangabilashiRastraprem(2011), Kaljatrar Snigdha Fassil(2016),Droho Kingba Poro Nadir Srot(2018), Mayer MotoPari(2020)Banlgadesher Muktijuddher Chora KabitaSongkolon(2008), Ekusher Chora kabita Songkolon(2010), Rangin Megher din(2012), Desher KathaVabi(2009)Story: Jalpipider Bashatbari (2013)TAIFAS LITERARY MAGAZINE
15Taifas Literary Magazine No. 6, 2020, DecemberPrince Steve OyebodeNigeriaA R M A G E D D O NWhen shall the two forces ultimately meet,I mean the existing forces of the goodAnd those we fathom as the current evils?When shall all the people of our land be free?We are so rich and blessed but poorhopelesslyImmortal bequeathed to us good DoctorsBut disappointedly they are less doctoring!We have vast array of skilled men to protectThey instead terrorize and maim usWestern education keeps producingProfessorsBut in reality, what are they professing?What exactly are our hopes as a people withcommon seal?Those we focus as our MessiahsAre recalcitrant tyrants looting ourtreasuresUnrepentantly milking us and preying on usTill every flesh in us become extinctAnd skeleton becomes our new anatomy!Those at the very helms of our affairsKeep biting us with no visible teethWe were tutored to keep mute while welanguishThere are cacophonies and brouhahaeverywhereEveryone is raising placard driving home pointsAgainst the perceived brutalizationCitizens are tired but set for a protracted protestNot against our fellow in uniforms and boots aloneBut against the entire so called office holders!Who daily send us to sugarcane plantationWhere we work tediously with our mouthsbeing padlockedParadoxically, they gave us legs but withvarying shacklesWe have mouths but rendered voicelessWhere are those with beautiful and cleanminds?And when shall they face the category of theevilAt the hallowed chamber of Armageddon?The time is now for every Tom, Dick andHarryTo have taste of the sweet savour ofindependence!Mayokun KehindeFolorunshoThe comingtamarindSome day in the shadowof the sunWhen they cross thetresholdTheir voice will no longer beBuried in the catacombOf native and alien scourgeWhose trampled memoriesAdrift in the alluvium of slaveryWere purged in torrents of elegyThat murmured their distant criesAlong the sea routeThey were raped by that warIn bleeding nostalgia on their hutsAs feudal flames flaredyear I, No. 6, 2020, DecemberISSN 2458-0198 – ISSN-L 2458-0198
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