Poetry

Human Animals

When a war breaks out, our life-long lesson goes astray, our sense of sanity derails. We degenerate into human animals.

It attests the cost of speaking truth to power. It may lead to the cause of one's death. So, enjoy nature and write and be a big name.

It hails New Year. In New Year Swamy hopes of a new dawn at the cost of a huge sacrifice, for which we must be prepared.

Cheating is the 'new normal' of our present time. Cheaters cheat, and win and wield, amass. And people gets sandwiched!

Ma Ganga is merciless in monsoon
It sports and kills us
Its holy water is red with our fresh blood
It makes us refugees in our own land.

Bulging bellies, meaty thighs
Carp faces, hurried feet, talks of money, car, wine and girls

Dry limbs hurry for a smooth end
Feisty girls to sharpen body ridges

Abandoned people, abandoned hopes,
The cost of fertilizer and pesticides multiplied,
Beels are dry, But they will sow jute again.

It is a tribute to the fierce spirit of Stan Swamy who was killed by the state for his free voice, and for his cause for the tribals.

It highlights the post-modern, post-truth way of life. Savagery of wealth coexists with the unbearable pains of the poor.

It focuses on the political hegemony of babus of Bengal, and who are happy with the marginal status of Muslims and Adivasis.