Is Bengali Infected By Cancer Of Nobility! Poem by MAHTAB BANGALEE

Sitting I am by opening welfare door
Door of south side- Door of humanity
Because you would come
For loving humanity I am
Sympathized in bearing up the conscience

You are not mine
You know it fine
Yet I am for your destitution
In your home door built up Altar Bridge
Over the serene Naff river
The tiara of your innocent blood as fever
You are on the bank of starvation
For humanity ethnic guest nation

My love in humanitarian city
I am bengali of magnanimity
This is my acquaintance
From birth to death trance

But how long have I been
Stay in your nursing gin
At the door of worldly politics
I am only one on the shore
Am I in the virus of humanity?
Infected by naive cancer of nobility!