My Wretched Motherland. Poem by Sudipta Bhattacharyya

Monsters roaming everywhere
To strike and prick you!
Bloodthirsty recognized persons quench their thirst with the blood of your dearest children;
Your lonely daughters dragged away by the demons for their feast;
Virgin Mary lies in agony on the streets of gentlemen!

The prime guardians of your masses gift the protestors with imprisonment;
Your protesting daughters are honoured publicly with a so-called grand word ' Prostitute'!
Paws and claws of dictatorship
Dance nakedly on your sacred altar!

Your politicians glorify their developments amidst Virgir Mary's agony!

I, a prosaic child of you, can only wield my pen;
Can't know when my pen will be snatched away.
Nicotine gathers in my heart,
Throbbing my blood like a lava,
I cry out over my helplessness!
Oh, my Motherland! Dear old Mother!