Bleeding
Bleeding from eyes,
And bleeding from my heart-
I don't care …..
But I do dare.
I took the revolution as an inseparable part in my life.
I was placed under the custody.
But I never felt humble myself, and I will not lose my agony.
I fight for my friends, my ‘LOUTISH FRIENDS'-
And I will be fighting for them until the system will be allowed to become balanced.
You see, I always keep my patience.
But don't try to fidget me.
Don't try to aggravate my revolutionary sense.
The tyrant crown will be diminished.
They must retrocede.
You will see a reversal (a new era) .
You will welcome it.
But bleeding…..
Yes, this is a gladsome bleeding.
This is an inviolate, but an irresistible bleeding.
poem by Bibhakar Dutta
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