{"id":251,"date":"2020-10-07T18:49:32","date_gmt":"2020-10-07T18:49:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/chintasutra.com\/english\/?p=251"},"modified":"2020-10-08T16:53:07","modified_gmt":"2020-10-08T16:53:07","slug":"a-strange-failure-and-others-by-aminul-islam","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/chintasutra.com\/english\/a-strange-failure-and-others-by-aminul-islam\/","title":{"rendered":"A Strange Failure And others"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">It\u2019s Me<br \/>\n<\/span><\/strong>I look around, and everywhere see only me.<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">.<\/span>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u2013It\u2019s me. Only me.<br \/>\nWhen have I grown up? I don\u2019t know.<br \/>\nWho did take my hands to teach me walking?<br \/>\nForgotten all I have.<br \/>\nNow nobody is seen around\u2013<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">.\u00a0<\/span> \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Only my single image flashes before me.<br \/>\nAh! I become a palm tree to grow upwards;<br \/>\nNo shadow shades beneath me\u2013<br \/>\nNor it turns into a festival of picking mango.<br \/>\nAt last I stand being burnt<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">.\u00a0<\/span> \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0in the sunshine of usurer noon.<br \/>\nThe branch-full tree of the past keeps up<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">.<\/span>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 looking at me in a gloomy mood.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>A Strange Failure<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\nWith playing football of multicolor dreams<br \/>\nEven though Pele rushes into the keeper-less penalty box<br \/>\nIt wouldn\u2019t result in goals\u2013<br \/>\nO God, how possible is it? Does it mean that in search of its clue<br \/>\nThe atheist mind of the 21st Century would have to return<br \/>\nTo the left-back yard of Your mystery of lights and shades?<br \/>\nOh God! How many marbles of wonder have You kept hidden<br \/>\nIn Your coverless basket of orange?<br \/>\nOut of thought to getting fascinated with love<br \/>\nYou make the talent of love filled up again and again<br \/>\nWith muddles of reds and blues!<br \/>\nI wear dress of an adult lover to go to her<br \/>\nAnd waking up from sleep I notice me, a milk baby,<br \/>\nLying with sucking generous breast in my mouth.<\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">The Lost Season of Thirst<\/span><\/strong><br \/>\nHearing jingle of rains dances the river in its own lonely heart<br \/>\nAnd say\u2500O sky! If you want,<br \/>\nJust accompany me in the water-way destined to Sindh.<br \/>\nAll my waterless days I submitted to her.<br \/>\nWhen the dark fortnight called\u2500<br \/>\nDid anybody secretly forward his urge!<br \/>\nYou can reach the destination even after losing your way<br \/>\nBy riding on the back of wandering wind.<br \/>\nThis credit goes perhaps to none, but to the disputed fate?<br \/>\nI am facing to a disputable fate;<br \/>\nYou couldn\u2019t touch estuary of seas,<br \/>\nOr you lost all in labyrinth of paths\u2500<br \/>\nThere\u2019s no information regarding it in hands of wind.<br \/>\nI learnt over phone nobody there knows any news about you;<br \/>\nAnd a little Karotoa-wave is calling me again;<br \/>\nBut I forgot knowledge of the alphabet;<br \/>\nHow shall I read then lesson of the water-written thirst!<br \/>\nO the all-destroying river! No demand I have\u2500<br \/>\nI forgot language of allegation;<br \/>\nNow only what I want\u2500 give me the season of thirst back please.<\/p>\n<p><em><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">( Translated into English by NazibWadood)<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It\u2019s Me I look around, and everywhere see only me. .\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u2013It\u2019s me. Only me. When &hellip; <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":255,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[72,1],"tags":[76],"class_list":["post-251","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-editorspicks","category-poetry","tag-aminul-islam"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/chintasutra.com\/english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/251","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/chintasutra.com\/english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/chintasutra.com\/english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/chintasutra.com\/english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/chintasutra.com\/english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=251"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/chintasutra.com\/english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/251\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":256,"href":"https:\/\/chintasutra.com\/english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/251\/revisions\/256"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/chintasutra.com\/english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/255"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/chintasutra.com\/english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=251"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/chintasutra.com\/english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=251"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/chintasutra.com\/english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=251"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}