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Rains
Rains have been robbed of their freshener
Such phrases as -
a rain of melody or
a shower of blessings
still linger
The language that we use
was made by our forefathers
It does not give us clear vision
If we could doff our language
and look about ourselves
we would discover ourselves
in a burning marge
In the visible darkness we could find
our leaders fallen from grace
who led us in the unholy war against God
Do you want to know their names?
Einstein and Gamow
Darwin and Marx
Edison and Feeud are some of them
Acid rains are the rule of the day
The fire dragon that killed Bewoulf
multiplied
and they are found in the heavens
in the shape of aircrafts
And they are found on earth in the shape of automobiles
And their emissions are felt in the blood
and felt in the heart
They pass into the purer soul till
those who were made in His image
metamorphose into
scientists and engineers
politicians and planners
to people the hell created
by God the Father
Our naive forefathers
who manufactured myths
were prophetic
Aeons back they saw the hell
where we inhabit
Let us get rid of the language
that hides the truth of hell
from our eyes
poem
by
Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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