The Divine Shord
(My own conversion to English of my self written Bengali poem)
“The divine sword”
The moaning of the people has filled the air
Making the heart heavy;
They have been trapped by vicious person
In the society those who
Produced the bloody scenario and
There is nobody.............
To rescue them.
The devils playing with arms and ammunitions
They are naked in humanity
Jealous violent and arbitrary
Killing the innocence.
They are not leaving the children
Or the mom to molest.
Robbing their
Fragrances.
They are killing the trees and plants
Looting and making the metropolis
They are defiled by heart
Roaring in each and every corner
And every field of
The world.
The cry of innocent is covering
The glory of heart and soul;
Oh my lord, come down to mine
And let me have
The divine
Sword.
Copyright © Sanjay Karmakar | Year Posted 2019
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