Hannibal Is At The Gates. Poem by Prabir Gayen
Hannibal Is At The Gates.
Hannibal is at the gates
So dismayed the situation!
So devastating the life of people!
All are like herd of cattle and soiled,
People of Bengal Under lawlessness.
The unrest time with Shrewd narrowness,
Political atrocity,
The daily dose of life is uncertainty,
Sheer fear of political cannibalism.
Leaders are hell raising deuce,
Playing with the life of common mob,
A deep cloud of Hard - heartedness,
On the time of present and future.
Beyond words the Contortion,
Beyond mind the Defilement,
Practicing Swinish avarice and meanness,
Bengal is under Troupe of peitho -
Vile and mean Brock.
The Sun seems beyond Horizon,
The Moon is tired to walk the sky,
The sunless state is the state of hallow,
People are destined to die like evildoer.
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Hej, Prabir, you speak from your heart out of the reality you are facing in the land when politics may need to be judged or commented upon. Often poets are voices of wilderness and poets must continue to sing the songs of their land until a poetic heart gets satisfied to what is considered just and good.
Beyond words the Contortion, Beyond mind the Defilement, Practicing Swinish avarice and meanness, Bengal is under Troupe of peitho - Vile and mean Brock...
The Sun seems beyond Horizon, The Moon is tired to walk the sky, The sunless state is the state of hallow, People are destined to die like evildoer
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The Sun seems beyond Horizon, The Moon is tired to walk the sky, The sunless state is the state of hallow, People are destined to die like evildoer