Creeping Plant Of Poetry By Sayeed Abubakar

Creeping Plant Of Poetry

Shall I call you the Jamuna?
She doesn’t reply.
Then Anarkali?
She doesn’t reply.

Shall I name you the Sky?
She doesn’t reply.
Then Weaver-bird?
She doesn’t reply.

Shall I call you Parrot?
No words she says.
Then the Bay of Bengal?
No words she says.

I get worried-
No words she says.
Night descends on two eyes-
No words she says.

At last she opens mouth
and says these words:
‘My peace is in this name:
I am the Creeping Plant Of your poetry.

I have enveloped you
and your poetry.
Let me live by this name,
by this name let people know me.’


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