S M Maniruzzaman - Qurbani

Alone I’ve gone on a personal pilgrimage around the capital’s streets
To see how it’s done, how it means
To them and to me.
And I’ve seen the slaughtered heads of the sacrificed animals,
I’ve seen the flood of blood.
I’ve seen how blood’s moving everywhere,
How blood moves everything.

Where there is no blood there is no life.
Where there is no blood there is no lust.
Where there is no blood there is no libido.
Where there is no blood there is no love.
Where there is no blood there is no birth.
Where there is no blood there is no breath.
Where there is no blood there is no death.
Where there is no blood there is no murder.
Where there is no blood there is no revenge.
Where there is no blood there is no war.
Where there is no blood there is no envy.
Where there is no blood there is no invasion.
Where there is no blood there is no revolution.
Where there is no blood there is no injustice.
Where there is no blood there is no justice.

In this way or other ways
Blood vindicates everything
In our vindictiveness,
In our wishfulness,
In our protectiveness,
In our revolution,
In our birth and rebirth.

Blood may be obscene,
Blood may be obnoxious,
But it moves me, moves you,
Moves us and thus moves life.

S M Maniruzzaman

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