Wednesday 1 February 2012


DO NOT ASK MY IDENTIFICATION 

logically how much was correct the preaching,
often sitting on the stairs of shrine I think, 
the unseen priest or scholar looks 
seriously, may be one day  
he will put the chain 
on my legs with
stamp of 
blasphemy on forehead, my curiosity hasn't 
patience, in his uncontaminated world
or paradise existed across the 
seven sky, how much that's
true, perhaps he knows,
my planet is limited, 
very near to the 
heart, the 
helmet of unblessed, ill-fated, the land of 
exploited, desolate soul, my faith 
cries in the late night,  pain of
body had the temporary 
effect but the inner 
bleeding doesn't  
stop, in the 
cage of 
false hypocrite society the perception dies 
every moment, emotion suffocates, soul
desires liberation from self, entire 
divergency makes the life 
miserable, the series 
of sin and virtue
forces to
believe the unwanted realism, humanity on 
that moments became orphan child, 
clergy searches the purity on the 
scattered blood on the street, 
killers become martyrs,
I can not understand  
definition of true
religion or 
philosophy to win the humankind in this way - - - 

- - SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
PAINTING BY  BORIS STAROSTA