Treasure Island

Pranab K. Chakraborty

(West Bengal)

Strangled humanity


I'm not committed
to offer you a trip
through the hell
yet you insisted

I'm not committed
to tell you the lie
to exhibit hell as heaven
yet your deliberate hanging
took you to witness the dirt

the place you visited last
was never a place of interest
but happening gave it an importance
a girl recently been raped
and they killed her butcherly
and threw him down to the ditch
I showed you all

lastly when you got upset
told you repeatedly
rape means
strangling the sense of security
strangling the belief on human race
strangling the fear as exists in wild darkness

hell is nothing more than this
and heaven stands
where love dominates the whole!

Pranab k c
07/2013

Submitted: Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 24, 2013

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