Better all words need not to spell
let few be hidden inside cell
Within preserving delicate feel
protected carefully from crafty skill.
When luna caresses sky with silvery layer
whispering wind cajoles wood to cheer
dancing tulip flirts meadow ecstatically
silence spreads in nature so subtly
Around multitude stay voiceless in subjugation
mind preprogrammed under robotic precision
dissension dissolved in furious intimidation
Truth sacrificed at altar of fake purification;
History recycling all dogmatic wastage
evolving path to emancipate final bondage.
~ Shyamal Mukhopadhyay