(for Hasan Azizul Huq) <br /> <br /> <br />In shimmering heat I sweated, then slipped <br />into the cool of a War Museum at RU. Guards <br />sat around half the day, watching visitors <br /> <br />go from one gallery to another, myself awestruck – <br />how the seventies turmoil, rapes and killings <br />during my land’s labour pains came alive <br /> <br />on the things kept, telling what the monsters, <br />as Qumrul painted them, did. Rifles, exploded <br />shells
