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

                         Nagpur, India