Noakhali, I Think About The Sinister Hideous Plan Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Noakhali,
I shudder at
In thinking about
Noakhali,
Noakhali,
The place of riots
And the visit of Gandhi,
How could they,
Could they
Think,
Think of
In such a way
Going against humanity
With the daggers drawn
For committing cold blooded murders
In bad blood
And spilled it too much
For their folly and irrationality?

And the daggers they held surreptitiously
Even Macbeth could not have
Feared so afraid of,
Complaining to Lady Macbeth
For being fed up with ambition,
Afraid of whispers and conspiracies,
Stars seeing the crimes committed
Against hospitality
And he trembling with fear
Fearing the walls could have heard
The whispers
Confessing it,
But the crowds of Noakhali cold not,
Could not it
The communal mobs and fellows,
The people fanatical
Devoid of humanism and philanthropy.