Protocols Poem by Pijush Biswas

It was cruel, your aim; so but an end
Swayed away all but your sizzling dream
Then I'ld have become king;
Your lust for fever of victory, must hale
The unknown destructive mania,
Into commons; but, I'll e'er be standard.
For, until barriers of genuine, true and wrong
Be demolished, can't I never be the same -
Dangerous in building genious
Dangerous in making walls, between,
Shop of truth and shop of forgetfulness
Or, shop of wrong and shop of money;
Lives, but both in these two are pure
But e'er if you deny my priority, I, must
Say where's your exact place could have been?

Lurk, in deep yet; I must not be uncontrolled
To see through lives, underneath feet,
Must arise as of before they've been dead;
To protect protocols of eternity
All they must gather, soulful,
Not in inhumanly dogmas, but
E'er to reunite spirits of all time -

Thus so an early morning may recur, 'gain,
Or repeat to the bells of temples, churches
and gurudwaras; It must not fall short,
For, too an early mesmerizing thoughts
Until I rise 'gain, already, risen
So that an early destructiveness, though
Were too uneasy to bear,
Must come to the loop of eternal darkness,
And hells of woe must be pale
Hark! It must come to end,
To the men of humanly beings.





Place: Srirampur, Nadia