**..SUICDAL INSTRUMENTS..**

I have a sharp knife, a black revolver,
And lots of sleeping pills--
I have access to the midnight rooftop,
The morning train;
And boundless high-power electrical wires.

I could easily die swallowing those pills.
I could stab myself right in my own chest.
I could pull the trigger targeting my forehead.
I could touch the electrical wires .
I could jump off the rooftop
And
I could lie myself down under the morning train.
There are lots of weapons.
I could commit suicide using any of them.

And you, my dear sister of Death,
Are always there as a bitter weapon.
If l see you,
            Touch you,
                        Or even hear your name,
A thousand of myselves commit suicide at once in me.
                            writer:humayun azad     

!......TIME TO STAY QUIET.......!

It's time to stay quiet.
Silently,we have to observe
The killer's artwork.
We have to be the mere speechless audience
In this festival of blood, knives, and madness.
And we will see friends forever disappearing.
And we will pass our time hearing
The footsteps of the organized gangs
Desperately burying birds' chirpings.

We have learned how to tolerate the shameful
And bitter act of undressing our daughters
In the streets of the nation's capital.
We have learned not to ask
Question about the mureded bodies of our sons.

We will observe how the killers'
Graceless, mad, and blind axes
Torment even the faraway sky.
Quietly, we will try to imagine
How cold the edges of those axes are!

                         writer Humayun azad