A Stony Hero

Here death, killing, violence and hunger Round the clock play the game of doom; Snatching, hijacking, injustice and inconvenience Grow the grass of sorrow in the field of life. Here life is like the Padma on whose banks There stands the sandy sad shoal vast, stretched and lonely; Still life does not bow down to sorrow, Instead, it stands erect like the rocks. Here drought, flood and tidal surge Come like the giants in greed of life And then inflicts raids and riots On life like Azrael. Yet what a stony hero my country is, it doesn't Get cracked into parts in drought of sorrow!