Who is the insider, and who is the outsider? Why do you always seem so hyper? What is the hatred for? The hatred that excites you to wage war. Why, when a brown man you see, You simply tag him a Bangladeshi? But even if one were a Bangladeshi, is being one so bad? Are they some poison? Are they the world's scum? Touching whom you fear you can become one? Or is it your arrogance that makes you so mean, so mad? ‘Bangladeshi immigrants,’ you say, Burn their houses, and drive them away, Away from the plains and from the hills. Only then your heart's desire fulfills. You call them outsider, And take pride in being the insider But where did you come from? The land where you freely roam, Existed much before you did. You, too, are an outsider indeed. Copyright © 2021 RAMU DAS
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On His Three and Twentieth Year
Look! Three and twentieth years has he lived
And says he pain is but like joy only a gift.
His arms are, as always, spread wide open,
Embrace if you will, or ignore and hatred deepen.
Lived has he his three and twentieth year,
And seen many a thing: normal and mysterious;
Some filled him with fantastic thoughts; some with fear.
Life mocks him; he mocks life back, for he’s boisterous.
As men lives, this man has many more years to live
If knowledge gains he can he but knowledge give
But what comes next and where should he go?
Aye! What is to come, by and by, he’ll surely know.
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You offend me!
Your betrayal has opened my eyes
Though your opinions, all of that you think of me, are naïve
But as always, I’ll try to be nice
And I will forgive you, for forgiveness is the quality of the brave
An eye for an eye is not my policy
What good does it do? Oh, it’s just a human fallacy!
Don’t ever pass to you children, the legacy
Ultimately it brings pain and misery
Innocent are the children, pure and godly
You, the learned! Your attitude speaks volume, and my sentiments, it offends
When your children learn to be amoral and when their mind you corrupt, they act madly
Like now: what you are doing, your jealousy and ill will has no ends
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