From a drop of blood
To a vortex of violence
Whether terror strikes in Bombay
Or Maoists and naxals attack
From Kashmir to Godhra
Innocent lives killed in the name of:
Divided states, divided strengths, divided religion.
What goes on?
Rape, murder, pillage
Yet believers going on pilgrimage
But to whom?
A silent spectator?
That which they call “God”?
What “God” is there?
Who do we worship?
Where there is a celebration of death?
Not of life!
Who do we trust?
When our faith in humanity shaken?
Power and Politics are a game
Mere pawns without shame
Where Hegemony and Patriarchy reign supreme
India booming in technology
Then why is it lagging behind in gender and human rights?
Those who claim to have
Cleansed souls and minds
But putrid hearts
Those sins cannot be condoned
Cannot be bathed in the Holy Ganga
Our Holy river polluted by crime and corruption
With the death of emotions and mental eruptions
Contributing and compromising with one’s soul
For the sake of livelihood
Feed the mind and soul
Feed the body with love
Feed not with hatred
For this cankers and devours peace
Disrupted peace of mind
Fight, the evil within, if you must
Dark dingy alleys of our mind
Need to be empowered
They need to awake
From this deep slumber
For change is welcome
A revolution is needed
We need to be independent
Self sufficiency and competency needs to find its lost meaning
And strive towards a new beginning
In a new dawn we shall awake
A new Bengal reborn within a new India
It pains me to see my city crippled
To be divided, to be written off; as a disease
We need entrepreneurs
Exchange fermenting ideas not only ‘black’ money
We march towards a new Calcutta
A better tomorrow
Feed the intellect as well as our hearts
Not senselessly fill coffers
Make both material and spiritual profits
Not persecute ambition brutally
But reward talent
And give the brave some recognition
Where there is development and improvement
Where our minds and our cities advance
We break away from the past glory
And wake up from this trance
And work for a future
Where there is true merit and no nepotism
An ideal utopia, not of Marx or of pseudo socialism
But a free world, a free mind, independent
Where freedom of expression reigns supreme
Hail to democracy!
Why is it that those who have a voice chose to remain quiet?
The fittest lack conviction and ideals
While the weak idle are filled with pseudo intensity?
Stirred with empty passion.
Let the power of words not override our actions
Let us not be overwhelmed by idealism
But fight realism
Let us not be sucked by chaos
Or wallow in self pity
Or be overcome by grief and pathos
But revel in the order of anarchy
And dance the dance of life.