If Jesus Asks Poem by Goutam Hazra

Dew on the grass
Wants to disappear
As a day wakes up
Frightened by the red eyes of sun.

Again all those men
Will remain tireless
For some more hours.
Sharp arrows from their minds
Defeated -
Distance on the earth,
Boundary of the universe,
Pride of stars being alone,
Even the game fate plays.
But today's day is tired.

That green tree
Standing naked in a landscape
Used to
Sunbath during winter,
Play with wind on stormy days,
A born-again make up
As spring bade good bye,
Or get drenched in rain
Like a farmer's son.
Old days have enjoyed them all.
That green tree
No more there,
City's claw has removed
Its roots.
Is it only that lonely tree
That has been killed by city life!
Did not you see the tears of ocean!
Her tides,
Like a beloved lady
Wanted to wipe out
All weariness of humankind.
And in exchange
Modern life poisoned her heart
With all its senselessness.

When the day,
Wants to hide her face,
From shame.
Men are still preying,
What else is remaining?
What else is faraway?

When daylight disappears,
They declare
Now penguin's blood is our subject matter.
Or if this world becomes a bomb of fire
Then we shall hire
Our extraterritorial neighbor
To settle us in space shuttle,
Above the earth atmosphere.
So, the day is unwilling to wake up any more,
Only the red eye of sun wakes her up.


Remember how morning birds
Use to sing melodies,
To wake her up.
All that resonance is missing,
As dew fell from leaves to leaves.
Glorious smile of shining water drops
On a lotus leaf
Cry alone now.
Misses how pleasant was twilight's tune.
In today's day
Who is there has time for them all.
But every year
There are seminars
To declare
Those entire glorious chapters
Sun, moon, even heaven is not too far.
And many more
All are in the memory of a computer.
But today's day
Redeye of sun wakes her up.


She doubts,
Are men no more sacred now!
Yes,
May be like polluted water,
As sacred from holy Ganga river.

So one day,
Jesus asks to the heart of mankind,
You have achieved so much,
Your glorious days are here,
Then why do you still keep me crucified!
For how many centuries
Shall I remain!

Human child knows age-old answer
'Its your greatness
To remain there,
So we worship! '

Only red eyes of sun
Wakes another day up.
A day -
No dew falling on her lap.