A Family In The Marsh Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

The mother and child
In strength with us no match
Fading remnants of the wild
Struggling on the last green patch.
Eat baby you have to grow fast
Sometime more in the marsh roam
Before you fall prey to our lust
Before fast disappears your home.
Vanishing sure and quick their green
From god each day they borrow
For fighting a battle they can’t win
For a space that won’t be there tomorrow.
When they take the last bow
These birds from their shy nook
Them our children would know
From the pages of history book.