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.