Poem: My First Identity
By Mohammed A. Rahman
I am the poet for the human kind,
Who was born by the name of human being.
I might be born in the palace of Buckingham,
Might be uncivilized in the deepest jungle of Amazon
From the womb of ice mother of Eskimo,
Or in the hut of the darkest street of Dhaka
But I am a figure called human being.
The colour of my blood is very much natural
My body inside, as like as yours
And all human races look alike colourless as water.
The market rate of Clinton and Mandela are the same to me,
I am for all nations and tribes:
Hindu — Muslim — Buddhist — Jew — Christian
All are the same human being.
You will get me in the sadness of the Bosnian sister,
In the dream of the youth of Palestine,
In the burning, starving parents of Ethiopia and Somalia
And with the heart-breaking crying orphans of Rwanda,
I have nothing to be proud of Superpower,
Poisonous conspiracy
Or darkness of the religious arrogance.
I know, if I love human being
I will get my creator.
Let's treat the people with love and honour,
Not around the fight for religion,
Proudness for our nations
Or power, jealousness and exploitation.
If we do so, we could not escape from
Our Allah — God — Buddha — Bhogoban and so on.
Our pride could be mix-up and lost with dust!
If we love the human race
We will get the eternal peace in our heart
And we could make this world as a heaven.
So, I love you
And want to live in you.
Because my first identity is as human being.