by Sriparna Bandyopadhyay
As long as conscience is not deaf
Pains cannot go in silent exile.
Frustrations are so shameless
Not ready to hide behind a smile.
Who am I to register protest?
Neither a celeb nor a declared activist-
Speechless though having words
Boiling in furry, stinging inside to bleed.
Better I read a news paper
And learn about myself from others
Intellectuals are on speech and
Solutions emerging from their wine glass.
Or just relish some smoke of powder
Then a cozy pillow to rest my head
Getting lost in the Hypnotic world is
The remedy for a soul, yet to be dead!
Last updated April 23, 2015