Partha Sarkar

 

 

I do not wish such victory    

 

 

I do not wish such a battle field

As gives me a bloodless victory

I do not wish such a pregnancy

As kills the blue whale .

But I wish such a kite

As touches the blue sky

And me with its shadow

At forenoon when I listlessly

Look at me to know my identity

As it is the time of crucifixion

And anyone can get crucified

And before getting crucified

Let me know me the real taste

Of bread, red wine and death.

 

 

 

 

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