April Seconds The First Poem by vidyut chakraborty

This is the Second Day of April,
Read writ and Red,
Esplanade looks at the crowded youth.
Red Flags are fluttering in air
As in Paris or in Tunisia-
A symbol of protest.

Rally Slogan side by side
Opposition conflict and contradict.
Amidst the much hyped Indian Premier League
Silver screen players stage a show
Police cordon is eyeing red,
Kolkata is in tremor, blinking red,
Passers are red in heat.

Heat is high, beat is low,
City is shivering in craze.
The young students are breaking cordon
Sweating sweet is the State.
No Barrier, no bullet,
Students gather and cry.
Death penalty hides in treason
Beat resume high.

Heat is gone, body lies there,
Students left helpless in sty.
Democracy killed a brilliant life
Mock at endurance peace and true Smile.
Comrade Sudipto is laid in morgue.
Does it matter? No!
we should say them Good Enough,
they never said a word,
behaved cool they took one and only life.
There could have been more,
God forbids!
IPL is flirted in joyous mood
No time to mourn and to be shy.

The guy did not know
He will be fooled in the second day,
which can second the Fools,
In bloody afternoon of April.
Forget the blood drying on road,
let’s dance in IPL team,
That is the right choice, baby!
No tears in Civic eyes,
they spit on the grave of Marxists.
no candle lit rally,
no voice raised,
no cry from civic society.
Sudiptos come Sudiptos go
there stay the one sponsorship,
Death, Death and Death
Sudiptos forever lit up the lamp
To attribute Bengal a proletariat entity.