Angry at A former boss for threatening to cut the workers’ pay, Bangladeshi construction worker Md Mukul Hossine started scribbling poetry on the bags of cement he was carrying in 2014.
After a long day’s work, he would stay up late – sometimes until 3am – working on his poetry.
His poems can now be read on paper instead of cement bags after the 25-year-old became the first foreign worker to have a poetry collection brought out by local publisher Ethos Books.
The poems in his book, “Me Migrant”, were further refined in English by local poet Cyril Wong, based on translations from Bengali that Mukul had paid a lecturer back in Bangladesh S$500 (Bt13,000) – or half his monthly salary – to do.
It was launched on May 1.
Through his poems, Mukul hopes to convey the perspective of the foreign worker and also to keep hold of what is dear to him.
“For a long time, I have lived in another country. Hard work made me forget my feelings. It was a way to remember my family, my friends,” he says.
In one poem, he rages against unfair bosses, writing: “I want to stand against them… I want to be king of the poor.”
In another, he yearns for his mother, evoking the “unending solitude” of the “stranded immigrant”.
Mukul, who hails from the village of Panbari in Bangladesh, has been writing poetry since the age of 12 and has two books published in his home country.
The second youngest of nine children, he dreamt of being a writer or singer. But his parents, who are farmers, said they could not afford to send him to university in Bangladesh and that he would have to go abroad to pursue his dreams.
The first attempt to send him to work in Singapore in 2008 cost them S$10,000, which the family raised by selling their land. But the firm he was to work for went bankrupt and his work permit was cancelled before he could recoup the money.
In 2010, he finally made it to Singapore and started work at a construction site. But he was unprepared for the physical toil of carrying heavy metal rods, painting walls and building scaffolding under the hot sun.
“I was a college student in my home country. On the fourth day, I fainted because it was so hot.”
He could not sleep in the crowded dormitory, which smelled of rubbish and sometimes of vomit. Nor could he stomach the meals at his worksite. “The food was smelly and the rice dry,” he said.
He tried to channel his misery into his writing. As he could not keep a notebook on site, he scribbled on cement bags with a constantly vanishing supply of pens and copied the words into his cellphone when he had the chance.
Slowly, Mukul grew to like Singapore, especially after he began to write poems for local monthly Bengali paper Banglar Kantha and attend local literary events.
It was at one such poetry reading last year that he met Wong, a Singapore Literature Prize winner, with whom he struck up a friendship over soft drinks at a coffee shop.
Mukul approached Ethos Book publisher Fong Hoe Fang last year. Fong said he was struck by the “universality” of Mukul’s thoughts on loneliness, missing home and being invisible in a different land. “I am reminded of some Singapore pioneers who came from China and built a new Singapore, yet never lost their culture and love for the country of their birth and the memories there.”
Mukul hopes his poetry can challenge the sometimes negative perceptions Singaporeans have of foreign workers, especially in the wake of the arrests of Bangladeshi nationals for suspected terrorist activities.
This source first appeared on The Nation Life.