THE MOST ABORIGINAL VIRUS by Dipankar Saha

 THE MOST ABORIGINAL VIRUS

With the growling air, the night speaks;

The gloomy stars center their faint hopes

all through the Heaven,

The shrill of crickets mourns the empty stomach;

A wicked wick twinkles in the verandah.

Under the vulnerable cottage lies three helpless hearts -

starving for days with long-lost hope,

Do false rays enkindle them anymore?

The little child cries, “Oh! I can’t bear it.

It’s eating me, feeding on my entrails.”

-Tame it, tame it for now,

We’ll certainly find a way tomorrow,

The thirsty floor drank the salty tears.

Oh! hunger barely subjugates before sooth-saying lies;

They’ll be killed, they’ll all be galloped 

by the deadly virus,

The starvation, the most aboriginal one.

About The Author

Dipankar saha is a post-graduate in English Literature from University of Gour Banga, Malda. He is currently pursuing his B.Ed degree. He tries to pen down his subtle and intricate sentiments in a very lucid way in the form of poetry in both the languages Bengali and English. Previously his poem “Your Long Lost Kin” was published in Aulos: An Anthology of English Poetry.