1. I WANT TO GO HOME
” I want to go home, I want to go home
I don’t want to be holed up in this dungeon any more
Where a cough, a sneeze is fraught with fear
Wheezing,even breathing warns of death near
Parasites in your eyes, when hosts turn hostile
Chase us like criminals with no qualms of conscience
Virus doesn’t differentiate, the migrant or the native
You have all the means I have none.
I don’t want free ration, better earn it like you
Queuing for free lunch, a slur on my honour
Yes! We too have honour , not the rich alone
Any thing comes free has strings I know
We miss the “pots of meat in Egypt”, the “fish we ate for free”
Ilish macher jhol, Mishti Doi; Appam Fish Molee, Parotta Beef
Take me over the Plateau, take me over the seas
To the golden mustard fields, to the evergreen coconut groves.
To the base of the hills, to the banks of the river
Far from the crowds, far from the chasing cops
Where I was born, where I was grown
Where I want to stay, where I want to die.
2. WAITING FOR HARVEST
Don’t bite the hands that feed you, leave it to the crocodile
Hands may turn fists and it’ll take a while for a smile.
Never sow spikes on the road to reconciliation
Lest you reap thorns for your own coronation
Barbed wires are good at Guatanamo Bay
Not a good idea to keep your own people at bay
Never build walls even when you differ
You may need them as crises pass by the hour
For it isn’t our fault, we stumbled and fell
They will not repeal, come high water, come hell.
They say power corrupts, I say it makes one stupid too
Blame it on yourself, you are the one who chose them too.
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