'But Wrath And Wisdom In One Heartbeat scrolled' By Ink Soul Poem by Ink Soul

But wrath and wisdom in one heartbeat
scrolled

Be thou my voice, O Bengal, fierce and clear
Let me thy wind, thy soul, thy silence steer
Let every word I write be gun or spear
To cut through dark, and draw thy sleeping near
Let every raga rise, let rebels cheer
Let clay and conch and book and blood appear—
For thou art more than map or border sheer
Thou art the one the gods themselves revere
If I should die, then may my ashes sear
The page of time, and whisper in the ear
Of unborn sons, that once a land stood dear
Where every line was drawn with truth, not fear
Be thou my breath, O Bengal ever near
And let thy soul sing louder year by year