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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=556782" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I am suffering from insomnia</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=556782" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I am suffering from insomnia</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=556782" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>I spend sleepless nights.<br>The cry of a newborn baby, <br> abandoned in Ramna Park, <br>renders Sukantu’s declaration a lie.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=556782" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Sitting on the sidewalk, under the shade of a banyan tree, <br> near the Ministry of Foreign Affairs<br> who is she, begging with pale sad eyes? <br>A tired hungry child cries, <br> his hands clutching her shoulders.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=556782" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>As I look at her why does the face<br> of an Afghan boy, his face torn <br> by cluster bomb, rise before my eyes? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=556782" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Why do I see the faces of young people, <br> children and old women, <br>wildly running in every direction? <br>why do I see so many coffins<br> full of martyrs’ corpses? <br>why is these such a long procession of tears? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=556782" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When I see such things, <br>tell me, please, how can I go to sleep? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=556782" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>The cries of my brother, the cries of my mother<br> break my heart.<br>I know, the frightened shriek<br> of a young maiden<br> will not stop their air raids.<br>We know, the tears of the gecko<br> did not stop the fire’s holocaust.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=556782" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Yet it is true that these days<br> I do not sleep well.<br>A mighty migraine performs a sacred ritual <br> inside my head <br> and prays for sorrow and pain. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=556782" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=556782" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> ------</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Shafiqul+Islam">Shafiqul Islam</a></strong></div>

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