Salutation To You(To The Chief Minister Of West Bengal)(Mamata Banerjee) Poem by Prabir Gayen

Salutation to You

(To The Chief Minister Of west Bengal)
(Mamata Banerjee)

At the moment of sheer Crisis,
Unseen and Delitescent stranger smites,
From hell to heaven confusion is peak,
As a Chieftain of a state You arrive.

When Corona without crown does appear,
Killing and creating fear amid folk,
Pushing the humanity beyond border,
You are found to fag from dawn to dark dusk.

As a chief minister of a kingdom,
Athena of the poor state of west Bengal,
With deep and gracious insight You are'Gaea',
Mother of our Impecunious polity.

My heart with deep silence feels gratitude,
Without thinking the least the slant of plan,
Beyond politics You are found to gleam,
A true spirit of delightful timbre.

With my eyes without the smoke of salvo,
With no prismatic view of Covenant,
My mind being hollow and empty
I twig.

Around the world a lethal murrain wraps,
The blithe spirit into the womb of death,
Like a naked tree foliage falls on lea,
Life comes to a state of utter disorder.

Nature's wrath is heartrending and painful,
Savage and heathen with no blink of grace,
To the fullest potency of anger,
Nature knows no iota of blessing.

May be some grace is hidden in the root,
May be some sort of divine design avails,
May be in the form of Plague
Joy finds vent.

May be woe is the way to salvation,
May be trouble is the route to relief,
May be blessings of God are
in disguise
Adversity is serendipity.

At such deep state of mayhem and alarm,
At such quavering mood of creation,
At stake the fragrance of the flow of life,
You are seen as a warbler of humankind.

Salute to You and your honest essay,
Benevolent spirit of Bengal Mind,
A true soul of silent benediction,
Obeisance on my part to your calmness.

@prabir Gayen: 22March/2020/
2: 18 AM.