Treasure Island

Pranab K. Chakraborty

(West Bengal)

Mr. Candidate's Criteria


a man howls
to hunt the height

money and muscle
tagged together
to tackle the adverse
in favor of hunting strategy

planted feet of
illiteracy and poverty
ignited to demonstrate
supremacy of democracy
in ambience of country-base

a man howls
spreading the paws
to climb the height
with firy ambition

less-education
glittering as pride
diplomatic sense
regarded as idiocy

only the doctrine
divide and rule
sword and saffron
dancing in disguise
to implant again
male-domination
communal disharmony
supression and sufferings

a man howls
with haunted passion
to climb the peak....!

Submitted: Monday, April 28, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, April 29, 2014

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