Death Is Ready To Take Poem by Suvrajit Barua

The United Nations won't take me,
Only death is ready;
Because I'm so neutral.
Naturally neutralist never asks as innocent does;
But I have to ask two questions.
Because I'm a poet.
A poet doesn't remain silent, cannot be.

'Oh man! Please be cool,
Be cool like a sacred flower;
We can't earn future by fighting.
What is to be gained from enmity?
What greed dominates? '

I often read magazine, newspaper;
Which is full of your loss, destruction and destruction.

Remember, People went to the moon
I got love;
But the world doesn't stop violence.
None listens the song of birds, springs and nature;
They only realize the lack of time.

Most of us are engaged for mating and breeding.
They sometime laugh, sometime cry
To maintain the leisure.
Everyone's feeling is keen;
They sit silently to count second of their lives.
I've a sorrow, because none is really happy;
Yes, none of them.