BENEATH THE TALL TREES

This world has no clemency, many

Times crusader had ransacked the

Temple and blamed to innocent,

The patches on the clothes were

Not the birthmark, injured emotion

Often sat on the court stairs to

Prove the honesty, nobody has the

Spare time to think for wet eyes,

I know that prosecutor, who

Delivered the long speech in the

Name of liberation, in the darkness

Numerous times, he sold the soul,

In exchange of few currencies,

The so-called messiah of community

Repeatedly hunted the lame

Herbivores, law of jungle is hidden

In the heart, the ointment of

Compassion has the dramatic appeal,

In search of opportunity his eyes

Betrayed several times, the patched

Clothes had some vulnerable stitch,

A fear to damage further, emotion

Preferred to strip it, this way

Of survival is reality of life, wounded

Dreams have no morning, they

Wait, perhaps for a miracle in life,

The daybreak on the beautiful

Aristocratic window, from the balcony

The landscape looks the paradise,

Beneath the tall trees, grasses are dried!

• SHANTANU SANYAL