O shame that stalks beneath the veil of night,
Where beasts in human guise their crimes devise!
What soul endures such hell-born, loathsome blight—
A sister torn beneath unpitying skies?
They came like fiends, devoid of heart or grace,
To break what Time and wisdom long had made.
What gain is thine, thou worm in manhood's place,
Who drinks of innocence and leaves it flayed?
Can such as thee be reckoned ‘mongst our kind?
What law or light allows thy breath to stay?
Thy lust defiles the soul, corrupts the mind,
And stains the stars with sins none can allay.
O let us rise, with sword of truth in hand,
To guard the weak and purge this cursed land.
By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
Copyrights@June09.2025
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