Rabindranath penned it right where is the birth place of Rama
Those who wouldn’t believe it- they have no right to…
delve in poems, songs, fine arts, and anything related to human
welfare
Those who said no to doll-like gods and goddesses, they oft forget
These masjid-church-guruduaras are too dolls-like
Let them be involved in this doll-game of self-deception
They won’t taste the nectar that is there for everyone
So many centuries have gone by but men remained an infant
They could not fathom out the meaning of this firmament
Which one could see in Chottogram or in Bakura.
The word "man" cannot be enveloped by barbed wire.
No one named Eshwar – a big boss – is running the show in this
mortal world
Religions, nothing more than some folklore
They won’t hear the cry of neighbor’s baby smothered with
dust
They love spewing slogans that lacks harmony
A few man who wanted to make us grow old tried so hard
We hung their portraits but no one seems to care
Where are you Kanhai… where have you gone Kamal? Come along
Let’s gather beneath a shady tree and make some merriment
Watching all the inanities of young’uns who’re pretending to be
wise and old!
(translation of his poem – Ekta Gachtolai Dariye – done by
Jaffor Ullah)
