THE   RIVER   OF   CHILD   HOOD ( 1947 -Bengal )

The river of  my  Motherland ,-in childhood
So much  on your  ever lowing  liquid-love
that  i  never  desired  to  move  beyond  your  cradle lap
The  tropical  Home  of  this  World   ever vast

Coconut  , mangoes , jack- fruits  and what not
 I  was  ever  busy in playing them with  and  my  juicy life
nor ever  cared , those  days , --what more  treasures
were waiting  beyond !

And then -----------
the  demonic  hands  of  Butcher-Politics
sliced  into  halves  my  so beautiful  Mother-land
the Shylock--desire  of Conspiring  mind
succeeded  in its  horrible  plan
and  declared  me a  REFUGEE  boy  on final terms
after  butchering  physically  my  Mother-Land !

How to  expose the  carnivorous   joy
of  Post-War - secret  Plan - or
 POLITICAL  greed and  aftermath !
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TROPICAL   WOMB
Monsoon over   and  autumn  gasps
Winter  marcing  in  ; step by  step
India  ,-
like   tropical  fertile-  womb of  Mother  Earth
unlike Sub-tropical  WEST be it  EURO  or American --North

Ours  is  fertile  Womb of  Mother -earth.
Insects , mosquitoes ,flies , all  earth worm-breeds
 Maybe,  we  are  not  affluent like  western Lords
but  we  and  everything, Natural , breed  in abundance
Even   you  seek  help of  our  surrogate  mothers
to  give  cozy  growth  to  coming  babes  from your  lands

For  you  , your affluence   has  failed  your fertility  much
while  we  breed  so   easily , - living  in poverty  , then  easily  die
 to  be  re-born   and  breed  more easily again .

That  is  natures way  to  compensate  us
through  fertile  womb ,-
 Mother  Nature's   wonderful  gift 1