Matribhumi Local Poem by Sankhajit Bhattacharjee

An young man by mistake
boarded on a ladies compartment.
Though he had not done any crime,
his presence hurt women sentiment.

He was kicked away from the moving train.
He fell on the railway line.
His body was divided into pieces.
Blood spilled out like fermented red wine.

In general compartments both gents and ladies can board.
Have you noticed men standing for hours?
Why is there not a single extra gents compartment?
In name of equality why do some wage wars!

The young man might be a woman's
father, brother, husband or son.
Humans shall be judged by innocence, not gender...
Like rusted iron human mentality is worn!