Awaiting A Millennium. Poem by Sudipta Bhattacharyya

Air is contaminated
With ammunition,
Bird's song has ceased to exist.
Crossing the path of crowded
Claustrophobic area, I feel the
Smoke emanating from the
Smouldering pyres with owls
Hankering after flesh and blood
Of the faraway humanity.

Visibly miffed, as I am,
A prosaic person with
Nothing political identity,
Don't know where my destiny
Lies, visibly annoyed with the
Citadel of dictatorship, I have
Nothing to do; insanity grows
Gradually within every nerve
Of my mortal body.

Yet I know time is awaiting
To reduce that citadel to ashes,
A new millennium is awaiting
For the mankind to find a better
Motherland to live in perfect
Peace and amity, a new Brotherhood and harmony.