The Story Of An Unknown Land Poem by Soumi Mukhopadhyay

This is story of the land of forts and palaces more.
This is the journey which was remain untold..
This is the template of the hues and roar..
The blues and yellow were their milestone..
Far away from the land of honor..
From the land of color..
There was an unsaid tale behind the doors..
This is the story of the land of royals..

Far away in some small corner..
There was theirs land..
It was yellow and more sand..
Black was their color..
Not their skin but they wore..
When land away in some royal house..
The lord of the house had gone..
Near their doorstep they hears footstep to roar..
They wore their emotions as their sword…
They were called to mourn for gone…
Black color they wore that's all..
This is the subaltern tale of an unknown land..
This is a journey of bewail..

In the hustle bustle of colorful life..
Their tears were their ways to stomach..
Wearing black in those yellow sand..
They mourned, their huge hues..
They shouted, they rued..
The black saree waved back with hands beating her chest..
With mourn in breeze, with tears and shout aloud..
The more the tears are loud..
Their half-filled stomach will be full..
Far away from their land, yes there is another land..
When they lose their soul..
There were hardly any qualm left in them..
Eyes remained dries when they lose their own..
Because tears were paid by the aristocrats…
They owe them for all..

This is the story of grief and sad..
Sorrow and tears..
Which are sold and hired..
This is the unsaid journey of so called 'Rudali'..
Professional weepers as they called..
This is the tale of our known land of yellow..
This is the journey without destination..
Story of black and grey..
Story of backdoor of al palaces..
This is the story of a far land away from all…
Colors fade, tears dried, empty eyes..
Still emotions without smile! !