Killing Myself - Poem by Amitava Sur
When the earth is sinking everyday
With brutality and murders all over,
I can see the Mother Earth
With tears in her eyes.
Underneath the black clouds in a gloomy sky-
I can hear the sad tune as Orpheous plays.
In this darkest world today,
I see rows of pyres by the river side,
They are burning with their fearsome flames -
Bellowing gust of smokes and ashes.
The sky is casted with thick dark cloud
With tons of human blood and fleshes.
Under this thickened cloud with ashes of flesh
I can listen the utter cry of many more lives.
They’re crying loud with their hands stretched out
For a help to live and rest.
The girls are crying with a shiver in spine
How they will save themselves.
This is the world I'm living today
Where bloody hands are very safe,
Nakedly opened their teeth and nails
And openly hunting the innocents.
They are hidden inside the golden gloves-
Suppressing and oppressing at large.
I as a man who can do nothing here,
Is drowned in sorrows and pains.
Helplessly pulling my hairs -
And feeling killing myself.
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