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Of a Promethean aspect...
(To the sufferers of Gujarat)
At last, I found the Miltonic Hero in Heaven,
and bound him with a rope. He got raged,
'Oh new-born Zeus! why do you cord me up? '
'Hold your tongue! cried this fire-eaten man,
'With your stolen fire...
Look down the smouldering map -
Man sets his fireside on fire,
What a sombre business! He bakes breads
of skin.... Sausage of human-beings
Being sold at a rock-bottom price!
Fire, fire, all over the Promethean fire! '
...He broke down...
'Throttle me, ...' bewailed he, 'I imagined,
It was the Hell! '
His tears - elixir of life,
Softly ebbed the fire.......
This blazing heath laughs at my dream,
Yes! I consider, a lie is the lie of all times.
poem
by
Dibakar Sarkar
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