Tornado Saradha Poem by Bireswar Halder

With insignias of sanctity and holy honesty
Promising an Arcadia of development-for-all
The Bengal Vessel set sails with vigour and verve
All hearts rejoiced, victory flag aflutter before the shore

In the mid-waters amidst gung-ho of swollen joy
A scowl of scam streaked across the blue sky
And then a cumulus of roaring clouds, it's a tornado
The vessel tossed and turned the sailor's heart in his mouth.

The sailor rocks, it's the growing Saradha Tornado,
Dark clouds blacken them all; the shore of Utopia was distant
The CBI whirlpool leave them in eddies, the vessel staggered
The hopes collapse into the angry sea, only words remain

The strong winds tear apart the mast flag
And billowing waves rip through nerves of the rowers
Dear ones want salvation from the turbulent bluster
As the rudder gives in to the killing waves

Oh sailor, lovely vessel is ravaged with holes and leakages
By the buffets and blows of howling surges
Now the ship drops anchor for good, memory its only thought
It takes the final bow, the shore distant, its dream lies shattered.