My work not like yours-
too risky, threatening life.
You work in peace,
at day's end meet your wife.
I have a family too
but my obstacles sharp like knife.
That day on duty
while protecting my nation,
a protester's stone hitting my left eye-
a bloody barbaric painful panic situation.
State helping me with arms wide open
on that very occasion.
Surgeons concluding
I lost vision of left eye.
I was supposed to meet my family
but struggling in hospital bed, why?
My family thinks about me life yours
but my role how they deny!
I remained democratic throughout-
my obligation to duty.
I can't be a protester-
rude and naughty.
To control my anger at that very moment,
an oath to state security.
And so you move here, to America, to escape your loyalties to the government in Kolkata? Answer my questions, my friend, in a reply. Do not evade my questions in your reply.
Your government in Kolkata is currently covering up the rape and murder of a young female doctor in training? Every honest Indian wants the hierarchy in India, in Calcutta/Kolkata dismantled. But you support corruption!
You are a fraud with misplaced loyalties—your government in Calcutta/Kolkata treats women as objects, commodities. You support this, Modi?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If I do not receive a message from you with honest answers to my questions, you will clearly prove yourself dishonest, untrustworthy.