Noakhali, I Think About The Sinister Hideous Plan

Noakhali, I shudder at In thinking about Noakhali, Noakhali, The place of riots And the visit of Gandhi, How could they, Could they Think, Think of In such a way Going against humanity With the daggers drawn For committing cold blooded murders In bad blood And spilled it too much For their folly and irrationality? And the daggers they held surreptitiously Even Macbeth could not have Feared so afraid of, Complaining to Lady Macbeth For being fed up with ambition, Afraid of whispers and conspiracies, Stars seeing the crimes committed Against hospitality And he trembling with fear Fearing the walls could have heard The whispers Confessing it, But the crowds of Noakhali cold not, Could not it The communal mobs and fellows, The people fanatical Devoid of humanism and philanthropy.