The Song Of The Red Sun Poem by Jayeeta Bhattacharya

Another sleepless night
Wandering in the darkness of
A state under obscure might
Of the people in masked
Faces of evil spirit
I look up at the murmur of
Stars, the moths tell of defeat.
We have bowed under romans
As we had, in case of the
Landless fellows, mocking
The justice of God.we live
In the paradise of naive
We live to submit to our
Narscist leaders, we sit
By the grave of Marx, n
Sing the song of victory
Our victory over the poor
Souls.we are creatures afterall.
The night is longand timeless
For us,
The peasants, the labourers the defeated souls
All are fed with lust and greed.
I keep awake for them to get up.
I wait for them to come
By and largeto take their
Guns.
Rebelsthat suits for them.
hurry, n hurry up prolets
I wait for you to ruin such
Herons...narcist lords of the planet.
The devils of
the earth must be vanished.
The night calls
For those tortured souls
To come n whisper rebels
Again and bring back
A new red sun of faith.
Let the night be long
Let the rebellions wake
From the stuper, for
Spring is soon to come
and win all evil snows of
The divine garden.
I keep awake for a new
Flower of fraternity and freedom.