Siren Poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya

It were the sirens

who had the hero in thrall

Sirens are now sounded

to keep the heroes pent up in their

600 square feet flats

Hah Ha

There they ponder over their tv sets

set their attention on the shaver

and the after shave lotion

And soon the after siren city

becomes agog with heroic activities

tramcars tinkling buses jingling

bars noisling

crowd whiggling

No one can hear the thunder voices

of the sly politicians

mailed with nuclear weapons

Hah Ha

We are the heroes

who pour beer in each others mug

half in love with easeful death

when sirens sing