Poetry

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Autobiography

When my age increases, my age of memory
comes down to twenty-one days.
And it happens
so circularly that even the rate
Of increase and decrease
Cannot be tallied well.
What I knew till yesterday
I have forgotten most of them.
Of the presence of stars in the sky although
I am aware of
I have forgotten the blitz of them.
My wife has taken me to doctors
While waiting to have the serial
I have forgotten the name of Honourable Prime Minister. Doctor has told
me to take more sugar.
Coming home instead of sugar
I have taken eleven spoons of salt.
My health ages,
Age of memory keeps increasing.
With the passage of one year
Age of my memory becomes two
Age of my health is thirty-two.
Forgetting the address of my home
I have come to somewhere else,
Sitting somewhere
Eating rice,
Before finishing it
Age of my memory comes down to one year and a half,
That water is called water
I also forgot this.
I said to a man 'left'
(At the age of one and a half year
Probably I used to call water as 'left')
What he understood I couldn’t realise.
Failing to realise anything, I started walking
By walking and walking
My age comes down to
Sharply one day.
Man cannot be smaller than this.
Man cannot forget anything after this.
I have forgotten to smile
I have forgotten the faces
Seeing whom I learnt to smile.
I have started to cry
Thinking of the faces that I forgot
I kept crying for an unknown fear.
No one has taught me this
It was inherent in
My blood.
If it not happened thus
What should I do in this world!

About the author

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Imtiaz Mahmud - translated by Alamgir

The translator is a Lecturer in English, Premier University Chattogram, Bangladesh.

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