Pijush Biswas (12 July,1988 / Srirampur, Nadia, West Bengal, India)
I'm anxious about, shattered by
Our country, bantered by others afar or nigh
Where prevailing war and cotradiction are high.
Where the evil-evokers eat Her high head
Where they drink Her blood laying on the bed.
Astonished I'm, to where have we gone?
Is there any solution or remedy for
Our country, our motherland where we are born?
Ever will the door of our hope be opened slightly more?
As if, our country is full of zigzag thought and road.
Someone said to me 'Don't utter more, they may cut your throat.'
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