Two poems of Ajoy Debnath

Assassin

The first touch when she was fifteen or sixteen
Even in eighteen-nineteen was regularly been touched,
Outside the house in the garden, on the river bank
Then slowly, step by step
Life is wrapped in all over.

Where she was not?
In college, office, living and bed room,
Even in the bathroom…

Then,
After all, through these ages—
Everyone is telling her to leave him!
For so long, she became so much depended on him
In every breath, in the veins and arteries and every sphere of life
They became friend of one entity.

However, why the cigarettes are burning there
For so long as the trumpet of war in the chest?

Heritage in greed and terror

They knew the vagina.
The Place of Birth—
People obey it by holy teaching.

There is festival of raping six to sixty years old,
A nun or infant girl, whatever.

It’s an aggression, just an aggression
The traditions lost by tons of excuses.
Babri Masjid, Trade Centre and Abhijit—
The living list is becoming longer globally.
The medieval ages are returning fast.
The army or the police are obedient as
An assistant of the festival of cleansing the human race.
Who gave recess to Frankenstein?

Regardless of high or low either the laborer
Or non-laborer Scammers and parasites

The rightness of resistance lies in the equation of survival.

If the addictive craving is not controlled by now,
Is the extinction of human race not imminent in that suicidal storm?

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