Rupsa is the name of a river
O independent State, O civilized life
you give my Rupsa back.
Her desire, her love ... let me touch once.
I have seen the orphaned childhood
for a long time,
I saw deception and crafty kinship,
the penniless, lonely student life.
I understood the sex and forbidden nights,
the numerous political sins
of the wounded society,
the hunter is swift as the lightning,
what is called, the clever crime.
I saw the misery of exploited and
I have been carrying, the distorted
dead body of the firm truth for a time.
I'm almost exhausted, almost zero.
It seems, at last a person likes
to go back to where he starts life.
O Goddess, return the childhood
of my father, who prematurely died.
Give me the unseen village back and
the beautiful Rupsa which flows beside.
Copyright © Somdev Chattopadhyay | Year Posted 2017
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