Restless Time

Restless Time Poisonous air all around, The queue of death, Political venom spreading here and there everywhere, Air and water with the Soil Of our Land poisoned, From root to trunk, Fruit to flowers rotten, With the poisonous food. Human life is on the verge, The ending point of doom, Falling dying and in ruin, Life is for the bargain to settle or dismantle the throne, A shameless source of Selfish Joy. Dead bodies are on the market, To sell the house of their Supporters, Who is for whom to support is the competition, Bodies are enwrapped with different Colours, Politics is as if a great religion, Supporters are its devotee. No air of peace is born, No way on the horizon for salvation, Where is light to show the path, Killing and snatching dead bodies, With Colours and symbols The marketing of viewpoints, No respite for the common folk, The political skull with song and dance. The pompous show of force With inhumane song of life, The fox with lion's skin. The civility is in deep slumber, The humanity is wet with blood, The play and display of uninterrupted Cruelty, The breathtaking show of ignorance, The Sky is without Cloud that brings fresh rain, Our Nation is under severe Threat. Will the Joy of freedom dawn With new thought of hope and Love? Will love find its path through the sad heart of political Vulture? Will the Land of Vivekananda remain Without the nectar of Conscience? Where Hitler becomes relevant Will Rabindranath and His songs of heart remain foreign? NO, O dear Friend! Time will change, After Painful Winter The Spring will Come, The inordinate anger and frustration, The self-centric flow will bifurcate, The humanity will usher sheer Change, Hate will give way to Love, The Cloud of contempt will Shed, Filling the dry pond of heart with Love. The indifferent Mind of Sagacity, The song of human shore, The innocent song of love and devotion will take new shape, Flooding rigid mind to fall down, The wave of Love and tears Will take the kingdom of hatred. The soil of Bengal - a land of Diversity, Will again be the Center of Change, Wisdom of New Millennium, Love and devotion will wave the bottom of Being, People will rise from deep slumberous naught, New hope with knowledge deep Will flood this land again like Sri Chaitanya-The Spring of Devotion. The soil wet with blood and hatred Will find its harbinger, The harmonious song of Love and Compassion will make the air celebration, Life will be again song of Joy and rapture, The branches will wave the ballad of Celestial dream, New Sun will rise beyond far away Top, Do I listen the aura of Divine Song, Chanson of heart will change the soil Soil of Our Beloved Land. I can listen a new song of Love In the soothing breathing of a newborn child, The song of humanity, The incantation to praise God, The incarnate Lord of absolute Love, Like lifting waves is about to flood, New Millennium of new religiousness, A revolution of realised Souls, A Land of conscience, compassion and belongingness. Let us all stand to welcome the Song of heart, Let Heart reign the world above everything. @Prabir Gayen - 02/04/2019 - 11: 55 AM. **********************