T3 || আন্তর্জাতিক মাতৃভাষা দিবস || বিশেষ সংখ্যায় কুণাল রায়

‘THE DAY’

The sky amassed the clouds of despair,
The darkness descended,
The rage of protest split the air and sky,
The wrath mounted,
The chest was opened,
An urge,
A fight for the tongue,
Instilled in the blood of four!
Courage mounted,
Fear maimed,
Death was so near,
Showed its forked tongue,
To taste the blood, flesh and muscles!

The day saw the shadowed light –
Of existence,
Of purpose,
Bared themselves,
Bullets were shot,
Pierced the heart,
Left the mark –
On the left!
Pains screamed,
Shattered the bliss,
Harmony lost,
Discordance ruled,
The lifeless,
Sinewy structure,
Grounded !
Cries torn apart the sky!
Flames of hiccup burnt down,
Everything around!
Justice –
Far fetched,
Wept in silence,
Chuckles followed,
Oppression indulged –
A DANCE OF DEATH!

Times followed,
Twitter shared the sky,
Calmness followed,
The corpses laid –
In peace,
In tranquility!
The sun slithered down the sky,
Prepared to set at the west,
The day ended,
No conch shell,
No victory,
No solemnity!
A blood bath,
A gory battle!

Years rolled by,
The scattered clouds found a delight,
The waves lashed at the shore,
They were remembered,
They were garlanded,
They were adored,
A token of love,
A token of self sacrifice,
A token of reverence!

Celebration is unbridled –
Across the corners and crevices,
Tucked at the farthest corner –
Of town or hamlet!
Occasions –
Help to congregate,
Under the same azure sky,
Sing hallelujah,
Like the Gods and angles,
At the hour of demise,
Of dismay!
Yet –
Moments crave for the yesterday,
Moments crave for the souls,
Lost once –
To the surging waves,
To the silence of cauldron,
To the void of eternity!!

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