There
is fire in blood and red hemoglobin,
With
scythes in hand, perhaps, there are
Ninety
million peasants.
I
am a fool, and for that a poet
And
I write poems imagining
The
poor want language.
What
use is poetry ?
Can
weaving words make a revolution possible ?
Can
poetry give an armed uprising to the poor ?
Translated by M. Harunur Rashid
Farhad
Mazhar
(1946--)
Poet,
Essayist and Researchr. Poetry : Khokan o Tar Proti Purush (1972), Briksa
(1985), Megh Machiner Sangit (1988), Ebadatnama (1990), Drama : Projapatir Lila
Lasya (1972), Ghatak Deshkal (1976), Essay : Illness Behaviour Experiences from
Village in Bangladesh (1989), Mokabela (2005).