The Burning World I Dr. Partha Protim Banerjee Poem by Dr Partha Protim Banerjee

Society burns in silence, slow and deep,
A fire unnamed, unseen, yet ever near,
It takes the dreams that restless wanderers keep,
And turns to ash the things we held most dear.


The sky burns red, the wind burns through the trees,
The shadows melt before they touch the ground,
The ones you loved dissolve like autumn leaves,
And love itself burns down without a sound.


They hid in darkness, wrapped in fragile dreams,
Believing night would shield them from the flame —
But fire is patient, crueler than it seems,
It found them all, and wrote each burning name.


Some burn in grief, some burn in sleepless nights,
Some burn in joy that turns to hollow ache,
Some burn in bodies losing all their fights,
Some burn for love they cannot bear to take.


Like newborn souls who cannot tell the cost,
Man torches man and watches embers fly —
Then slips away into the woods and lost,
Leaving the world to burn beneath the sky.


Society burns in silence, slow and deep,
A wound the world has no more strength to weep.