To Save The People of West Bengal

On the cultural and moral deterioration of West Bengal, India

To Save People of West Bengal

I do not know why

inside pinkflesh jailhouse of a shark’s stomach

during domesticated dangers in a wet honest alley of wayward rains

when the 205 route bus carrying darkness on shoulders reached Babughat

driver said go carefully to other side of river as it has gone for spawning to the sea

you must be aware apart from rotten corpses other funerals have been banned

I do not know why

in the No Entry zone where only scoundrels win

saw the parasite-ear crater-mouth reporter counting

with painless hands of Duhshasan ashes of last breath from burning pyre

whose only job was to contradict other people’s opinion in the motherland of bugs

I do not know why

men who prefer to lend tongue instead of ear to rumours

when they made it free to board and eat for accepting disorder as peace

victory arose from self named grave of poison smeared sheepfold

everyone was shouting Hail Revolution but we do not want transferable jobs

I do not know why

the day ditched girl inside frog-echo water-well

floated upward �" sweet memory of iron-weight at grocer’s shop

was balancing wheat flour for Satyanarayan Puja

demeanour was such as if southern breeze was tickling fishes brought on land

I do not know why

faster than dementia of a wound’s  remembrance  of pain

I saw funeral ants in a row carrying candy particles on corpse’s forehead

( Translation of Pashchimbanger Manushkey Banchatey Holey )

Mumbai, 17 February 1999

Democratic Centralism