The General and Other Poems

I am General Habibullah Sirajee.

I keep track of grains, animals and mines,Costumes and explosives. When history is laidopen Mughals venerate Panipath?. Spreading its wings, arithmetic Shields the issues of vegetables, beasts and water.

I know frogs’ language; I am aware of elephants’ news
I can whistle; peeling the skin, I do paint
The battlefield of Plassey. As fans arc veiled behind blood
I manufacture my stars in chemicals
General Sirajee is me.
I am General Habibullah Sirajee.
I can identify directions and narratives of colours
I can set Ekattor in between poetry and prose
Opening the Central Treasury, I distribute the goodies,
Father, progress and pistolI realise physics gets rocked by geometry’s push,
Even patience doesn’t nourish on earth.
I am General Habibullah Sirajee.