Here everybody seek liberty through popularity
Cause it will strengthen their security.
Here everybody seek peace through the dream of an arid land
Thats why, they don’t feel the pain of Padma-Meghna’s wetlands.
They don’t feel the song of Tagore, or the tune of Nazrul
They only seek the stigmas of subcontinent and Delta rules
Yet they forgetful about their own green roots.
They turnaround their eyes from the sun, from the indigenous thoughts
Which only help the faith to grows in this filthy existence of growl
Silently imprisoned their deep insight and unaware about its howl!
They curse their own insight and condemned as a ally of Lucifer
Then someday it evolved as a comfortably giant-brutal-monster.
Day by day the monster overpowered them by the brandishing of its old sword
Now they stomp in the bank of Padma with the dream of swallowing the whole world.
20th January, 2016