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.