I will not call this valley of death as my country

… Translation of a poem by Nabarun Bhattacharya, the bengali poet

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Here goes:

I will not call this valley of death as my country

(By Nabarun Bhattacharya)

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I hate the father who is afraid to identify his son’s corpse

I hate that shameless brother who pretends nothing has happened

I hate the intellectuals, the teachers, the clerks

who do not call for revenge of this open-street murder

Eight dead bodies

Spread eagle strewn across my path of consciousness

I am outraged

Eight pairs of eyes watch me when I sleep

I cry out

They beckon me everywhere, at odd times, in the garden, all times

I will go insane

I will commit suicide

I will do whatever I want

’Tis time to write poetry across walls in stencils

Using my blood sweat tears bones as collage

That poem must be penned now