My Bengal Comments
My Bengal has ceased to exist,
My Bengal has now eroded,
Her body has rusted away.
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weep over my Bengal to exhaust my tears. May one day her soil be fertile, May true humans sprout on her soil, May the ill-fated Bengal habitable for humans... a very good poem. tony
My Bengal has ceased to exist, My Bengal has now eroded, Her body has rusted away. The east and the west are mixed up. Today she's a confounded mess. - IN ITALIAN: Il mio Bengala ha cessato di esistere, Il mio Bengala è stato ormai eroso, Il suo corpo arrugginito. L'Oriente e l'Occidente si confondono. Oggi lei è un casino maledetto.
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7/28/2025 7:04:37 AM # 1.0.0
The fanatics brandish their sceptre, While cowards walk out with bowed heads. Surely this age belongs to headless demons, Courage and honesty being banished. crying over the past greatness