Restless Time Poem by Prabir Gayen

Restless Time

Poisonous air all around,
The queue of death,
Political venom spreading
here and there everywhere,
Air and water with the Soil
Of our Land poisoned,
From root to trunk,
Fruit to flowers rotten,
With the poisonous food.
Human life is on the verge,
The ending point of doom,
Falling dying and in ruin,
Life is for the bargain
to settle or dismantle the throne,
A shameless source of Selfish Joy.

Dead bodies are on the market,
To sell the house of their Supporters,
Who is for whom to support is
the competition,
Bodies are enwrapped with
different Colours,
Politics is as if a great religion,
Supporters are its devotee.

No air of peace is born,
No way on the horizon for salvation,
Where is light to show the path,
Killing and snatching dead bodies,
With Colours and symbols
The marketing of viewpoints,
No respite for the common folk,
The political skull with
song and dance.
The pompous show of force
With inhumane song of life,
The fox with lion's skin.

The civility is in deep slumber,
The humanity is wet with blood,
The play and display of uninterrupted
Cruelty,
The breathtaking show of ignorance,
The Sky is without Cloud that brings
fresh rain,
Our Nation is under severe Threat.

Will the Joy of freedom dawn
With new thought of hope and Love?
Will love find its path through the sad
heart of political Vulture?
Will the Land of Vivekananda remain
Without the nectar of Conscience?
Where Hitler becomes relevant
Will Rabindranath and His songs
of heart remain foreign?

NO, O dear Friend! Time will change,
After Painful Winter The Spring will Come,
The inordinate anger and frustration,
The self-centric flow will bifurcate,
The humanity will usher sheer Change,
Hate will give way to Love,
The Cloud of contempt will Shed,
Filling the dry pond of heart with Love.

The indifferent Mind of Sagacity,
The song of human shore,
The innocent song of love and
devotion will take new shape,
Flooding rigid mind to fall down,
The wave of Love and tears
Will take the kingdom of hatred.

The soil of Bengal - a land of Diversity,
Will again be the Center of Change,
Wisdom of New Millennium,
Love and devotion will wave
the bottom of Being,
People will rise from deep
slumberous naught,
New hope with knowledge deep
Will flood this land again like
Sri Chaitanya-The Spring of Devotion.

The soil wet with blood and hatred
Will find its harbinger,
The harmonious song of Love and
Compassion will make the air celebration,
Life will be again song of Joy and rapture,
The branches will wave the ballad of
Celestial dream,
New Sun will rise beyond far away Top,
Do I listen the aura of Divine Song,
Chanson of heart will change the soil
Soil of Our Beloved Land.

I can listen a new song of Love
In the soothing breathing
of a newborn child,
The song of humanity,
The incantation to praise God,
The incarnate Lord of absolute Love,
Like lifting waves is about to flood,
New Millennium of new religiousness,
A revolution of realised Souls,
A Land of conscience, compassion
and belongingness.
Let us all stand to welcome
the Song of heart,
Let Heart reign the world
above everything.

@Prabir Gayen - 02/04/2019 - 11: 55 AM.

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