SHYAMAL MUKHOPADHYAY
It’s Dark
It`s dark – it`s
impenetrably black night
So many dark
nights I came across
Intermittently
hyped on glossy nights
Tormented self in
nights if no sleep comes
Definitely those
happen to be distressed nights;
Sometimes in my
servile moment I imagine
As if meandering
at night through dark wood
Twinkling stars
under canopy of passing cloud
Wolves howling –
wind shrieking pitched aloud:
As of now, night
never been so deep dark
Villains all let
loose moving like hungry shark
Wolverine
attitudes for blood sucking pleasure
Anomalous values
in humanity, malice everywhere –
Hope for first
light when and if the night erased
Illuminated soul
for new Dawn only warranted.
A Death
Countless human
torsos on move over the new built highway
Only heads
visible holding baggages leaving for home away-
No pilgrimage but
exodus of helpless migrant populace
Thrown out from
livelihood due to fear of deadly virus:
Amidst the crowd,
a girl in her teen also in the walking
Once upon landed
in the big city, assumed a job earning
Forced to leave
distant home where livings mean poverty
Getting two-time
meals daily – nothing less than absurdity
A very common
story prevailing in the rural hinterland
Male female
children en masse arriving city as errand –
As fallout of
pandemic - jobs shelter livelihood all lost
Unending flow of
migrants move village bound any cost;
Ignoring
scorching daytime heat sweat tenacious trail
A teenager
withstanding arduous hardships on body frail-
When her village
few miles away exhausted, she collapsed
Eventually
reached her home - but brought body dead.
It`s real life
story but may be traced across land anywhere
Like collateral
to pandemic missed headline news cover.
An Offer
You offer bouquet
of roses on valentine`s day
You boost your
ego so may I feel as if to say
You sub coerced
me for intimacy with Racist
Subdued my
protest as executed by Fascist
Picked adolescent
myself from shelter home custody
After lust
satisfied dumped my molested bruised body
You conspired to
kill my agitated aggrieved father
On his final
journey myself be one of pole bearer
Once you find me
with group of protesting farmer
Unnerved yourself
tag me a seditious offender
Proud of heritage
–nasty you people disrobed Draupadi
Shamelessly asked
Satyakam of his father`s identity
Suddenly you
glorify endowing appreciative phrasery
No more play
dubious but recognize universal feminity.
SHYAMAL
MUKHOPADHYAY
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