• On Eid ul Fitr, a Poem for the Late 15-Year-Old Hafiz Junaid

    'She Will See a Bitter Moon' by Manash Firaq Bhattacharjee

    Manash Firaq Bhattacharjee

    June 26, 2017














    They broke your body of fasting.

    The smell of iftar had barely left
    Your tongue, as you left the city, 
    Dilli, where you came to gather  
    Little joys to keep as a souvenir.

    They broke your body of fasting
    To feed the wolves in their heart,
    There is no god left, no prayers, 
    No wound, to heal or remember. 

    A shadow in your mother’s eyes
    Will grow so wide, it will envelop 
    The house, no one will wake up 
    To ask for suhoor, kiss the dawn.

    This Eid, the moon will not miss
    You, only your mother will look 
    For you, in streets of her dream  
    Where people still wait for gods.

    Your blood will flow in her tears.


    Manash Firaq Bhattacharjee is a poet, writer, occasional translator and political science scholar. His writings have appeared in The New York Times, Los Angeles Review of Books, Guernica, The London Magazine, New Welsh Review, Rattle, 3:AM Magazine, Mudlark, MPT, Outlook, The Hindu, The Wire, etc. He teaches poetry at Ambedkar University, New Delhi.

    Read more poems by Manash Firaq Bhattacharjee in Indian Cultural Forum here, here, here, and here, and in Guftugu here. Read his translations here

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