To A Dead Body Poem by Sankhajit Bhattacharjee

Before death you were used,
none even cared about your illness.
But after death you are given the respect of a leader-
it's not to respect you
but to show the greatness of a political party.
With the dead bodies politicians perform politics-
a new form of politics in this new era.

O, the dead, you sleep quietly-
don't listen to the party workers:
they are disturbing your peace for party's fame.
You sleep peacefully without paying any heed.

You had given all for your party-
your party is now giving you fame
but you are unable to feel its essence
because you are dead.

If they had recognized you before your demise,
thought about your
life, profession, health, family and prosperity
I would have called them lion or tiger
but in reality they are foxes.



O, the dead, you are a noble horse-
you had given everything to your party
but in return you wanted nothing.

You had worked hard
but its fruit was enjoyed by someone else-
he became the leader and you are dead.
The leader of the foxes is also a fox,
he can never be a lion or tiger.
He is giving you respect to make himself immortal.