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Let's start with our life jackets
now. We are in deep waters of saline treasure-trove
and we do not know where we shall put our all sacrifices,
though our masters want them even when we are at the gates of the hollow globe
with sailcloth as we have to spend the nights with the paper promises
and to keep a lot of bitter potion, for the broken stars we have a lot of sockets.
But where are the porters to carry them to the land of the nectar?
We look around and find all the ages to come are full of forgotten chapters.
But should it be right to pass the nights with the right myth?
We look at one another, we find no bridge, we find no place for breath.
We pant, we look for green leaves, we want photosynthesis,
not the arguments from the sloven, not the false thesis
from the pedants. We want evenings without grim assets.
Let's start to call the waves of the skull with our life jackets.
Born in a poor family, Partha Sarkar writes poems in Bangla and in English. Encouraged by his friends and his elder brother, the late Shankar Sarkar, he write poems to protest social injustice and crimes against nature. He is an unemployed so-called graduate who dreams of revolution, but he often now-a-days gets confused.