OPEN LETTER.
How many
barriers will please you ?
How
many impediments ?
You
are playing with bottlenecks;
You
are creating snags everywhere;
So
many blockades and hindrances…
Blooper
Glitch
Snafu
Gaffe
Goof –
Slip-ups
on our part…
Hitch
is here…
Stumbling
blocks and we…
Hey
Lord of the Land !
You
have crumbled the map,
Torn
it into small pieces;
You
are perpetually creating divisions;
Breaking
our hands that cling to other arms;
You
are trying to squash us –
You
would like to make us a deformed whole…
We are
separate units now;
Left
hand is hugging the right;
You
are all eyes now !
Our
fingers are trembling…
They
have forgotten other palms’ touch…
You
are playing your trump card !
You
know how to create disputes !
We are
bickering
Discord
Tumult
Altercation
Feud
Brawl
Quickly
you build up fences
You
know how to SAVE such situations
And
How to
USE
And
REUSE
PLAY
And
REPLAY
the same
And
besiege us
You
know how to hem in
And
create more dungeons…
Hey you
The
Ordinary People of the Land !
Have
you forgotten the secret ?
You
have the magic lamp –
Where
is it ?
How
could you forget ?
You
create an empire,
Throne
needs you,
You
create a KING
And
you can depose him too;
You
have immense power;
Light
up your brain’s dark rooms,
Search
and grab the magic land…
The
ball is in your court…
Samita CHATTOPADHYAY.