In The Quest Of Symbiosis Poem by A K Das Mridul

I will join the rally again- in the quest of symbiosis,
How long shall I survive being a tree without strengthens?
I wanna join the rally again with the song of freedom.

On the stepping outdoor when I see large cars rushing
With big scoundrels in the guise of public representatives,
Then I walk ahead in the quest of symbiosis,
Not the symbiosis gets closure to me, it is just hurting me by negligence,
Rather they grow more disparate, ruthless inhuman,
Enjoy vandalism taking money from stock room,
Peoples being lumbered in the trap of bureaucracy seek to find the way of freedom,
Then I tell the symbiosis, when shall you give the taste of freedom?
Is it when the road shall get bloody on blood-shedding of the exploited peoples!

Once again I shall go to rally to be oozing,
How long shall I live being headless duff?
I will go to rally again with the slogan for revolution.

When I hear to the exploited peoples crying all the day and night
See them lying hungry or half of empty stomach on footpath or ports,
Then I set off in the quest of symbiosis, not the symbiosis surrenders to me;
When my days and nights are ceased for calculating costs in this market of rising price,
Then I see the blood eyes of those hyenas,
Even not then the symbiosis comes in my feelings, such as like it's my fate;
Growing more ferocious they set fire of jealousy in houses,
Affrays and commotion begin in everywhere,
Mourning cry of bereft mother bursts frequently,
Then I tell the symbiosis, when shall you give me a sweet breeze of peace?
Is it on the day when lines of sufferers' dead bodies shall fall dawn the road!

Once again I shall go to the rally in the quest of peace,
How long shall I live in bondage without freedom?
I shall go to the rally again with the flag of peace.

When I see in the news the scandals of those shameless bureaucrats
About bribery and misappropriation, then I ramble as a tired walker confused in the quest of symbiosis,
Even not then the symbiosis comes in my feelings; I am cheated again and again
When I rise storm of procession against the bureaucratic tyranny,
They rather harden the ruling to create a bottleneck to the democracy,
Burn up my homestead and my essence into the burial ground of havoc;
Even not the group of man-beast rests my innocent breast sucking child,
Then I tell the symbiosis, when shall you give me the right to live?
Is it on the day when the road shall get vitiated in the necked rally of sorrowed men burnt in the flame of heat!

I shall go to the rally again to establish the right,
How long shall I live being stupid not in essence?
Once again I shall go to the rally with the alarm of battle.

When the state mechanism entangles by the tentacles of ruling like octopus
Then I seek to find the way of freedom from the fog of tyranny,
Over three hundred of years, I am running on the roads and sides in the land of Bengal on the quest of symbiosis,
In the past the British got lost, and Pakistanis left burning;
Now under the influence of colonialists Bengali eat the flesh of Bengali,
Everyday, millions of lives are killed, the kill of the right to live,
And everyday we see blooding of value of the nation,
So still today I am running in tearful eyes on the way in quest of that merciless symbiosis.

Once again I shall go to the rally in the quest of symbiosis,
My odyssey is only to find out the symbiosis.