Umbrella Poem by Golaka Acharya

Surrounding is
sharper a knife than diseases
society; more fierce a bullet
than my deserted love;
Oh! ‘they’ are a nuclear bomb.

I want an umbrella
to save me from
derelict disc, dim eyes
broken back and bleak future.

It should check
the hunger next door
the unnatural death nearby
and the beast in man.

Oh! can it save
robbery in naxalism
jingoism in patriotism
war among countries
and innocent killings around.

I want an umbrella
to save me and all
from the cruel pain of ‘the sun’
the wild dance of ‘rain’.

I want an umbrella
to save me and the world too.