Wanton Play Of Politics (What A Pity! What A Shame!) Poem by Prabir Gayen
Wanton Play Of Politics (What A Pity! What A Shame!)
Wanton play of politics
(What a pity! What a shame!)
People are dying day by day,
Global pandemic is at every gate,
No one is safe; rich, poor,
Dull or virtuous,
Life is under severe threat,
A macabre madness all over
The world,
Confusion and chaos about the world,
Is it the end of the human civilization?
Is the conversation of the Day is near?
Are we still on the verge of abolition?
Has the world become bored with our
endless torture to Nature?
A state of sombre surprise is pendant
around the globe,
Life is in utter silence of uncertainty,
a state of unknown fright.
In this torpid state of human glebe,
Human life has lost all its grade,
Death has become a daily theme,
Life has become a wait to succumb
to death without fight,
Farmers, doctors, teachers,
Students and everyone;
common and uncommon citizens are looking
above the sky,
From where the sheaths of death come!
The unknown face of the deadly weapon
to snatch the fire of our life,
People are living in dead presence.
Only the conduct of some politician
is ludicrous and weird,
Sitting on the anvil of new Golgotha,
the dead bodies of innocent subjects of the clime,
They are making calculation of new election,
cores and mores,
COVID-19 has become a new platform,
An Alcove for the coming election,
People are dying of a fatal epidemic,
The earth is becoming a graveyard,
a still song of deep silence,
At this present state of utter awe and alarm,
Amid the silent cry for deceased one,
Nobody is going to cry for their
dear and near ones,
As death is standing behind
like a shadow of unseen maze,
Politicians are active to make
the most of the predicament,
Anxious to reap the harvest of the Time,
Will there be people to vote?
Is it not crazy to fight against
opposite Notions rather than COVID-19?
What a pity!
what a rambunctious way of living!
Death has become a way
to ascend to the throne,
On the rotten bodies they want to make
a kingdom to rule the ghosts.
@prabir Gayen: 26/04/20: 2: 20 AM.
People are dying day by day, Global pandemic is at every gate, No one is safe; rich, poor, Dull or virtuous,
Life is under severe threat, A macabre madness all over The world,
Confusion and chaos about the world, Is it the end of the human civilization? Is the conversation of the Day is near? Are we still on the verge of abolition?
like a shadow of unseen maze, Politicians are active to make the most of the predicament,
People are dying day by day, Global pandemic is at every gate, No one is safe; rich, poor, Dull or virtuous
what a rambunctious way of living! Death has become a way to ascend to the throne, On the rotten bodies they want to make a kingdom to rule the ghosts.
People are dying day by day, Global pandemic is at every gate, No one is safe; rich, poor, Dull or virtuous
Is the conversation of the Day is near? Are we still on the verge of abolition? Has the world become bored with our endless torture to Nature..///
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6/17/2024 12:57:58 AM # 1.0.0.1119
what a rambunctious way of living! Death has become a way to ascend to the throne, On the rotten bodies they want to make a kingdom to rule the ghosts.