Proletariat Unbeliever
Sunil Gangopadhyay
The poem tells about the superstitious psychology of people which is totally opposite the development of science in twentieth century. People are not devoid of superstition, religion, rituals that he sings in his poetry. Once they cut jokes on all these topics in past days with his friends, but as the age increases human mind becomes subjected to those things which somehow are circulating around us, our home, neighbourhood are creating a number of beliefs. Side by side, poet cites how people are influenced by the negativity of all these that they being unconscious go to kill people. So all they are believer of specific belief which actually cause harms to others and the poet urges to unite all the unbelievers who are devoid of belief and thus they are proletariat.
My intimate friend’s wife, came in pretty much dressed
But will not be taking food with us,
Today is her Neel Shasthi
In prime years many jokes were made by us
But now a slender smile
It is forbidden to hurt on somebody’s belief
And another friend, who descended me in politics
I see in his finger a gem adorned ring
Watching my frowned brows he said in weak voice
Body is not feeling well
So mother-in-law advised me to wear it, moonstone
After all no can be said
It seems to me it is my own defeat.
I go to the home of revered professor to listen to the
acquaintances
Many a things yet to be learned
Today in first saw behind his door, Ganesha Idol is glued to
it.
I did not question, he himself said,
Son brought it from South India, isn’t a finesse of design?
Why is the beautiful idol above the head of door, not in show-case?
I did not say a word about
it, do not have I the age of gossiping
Much age has been increased so getting failed,
Continuously getting defeated
Forbidden to hurt somebody’s belief,
Forbidden to hurt somebody’s belief
So much belief around, day by day increasing many beliefs
That saffron coloured
followers decided,
Somebody else’s religion following children’s blood to be
flown in the soil,
Dogs lick it
It is also his firm resolution
That flag-bearer believes, if girls sing song,
Throats to be cut,
If wanting to play Tenis, must be worn burqa
It is also his firm resolution
Whoever binding bombs in bellies running towards destruction
Whoever pumping muscles, laughing a grin
Wanting to oppress the whole world
They are all the groups of believers
All are believers, believers, believers...
Desiring to say in broken voice one to more times
Wake up the group of unbelievers
Be united the proletariates of the world!
Neel Sasthi- is a festive observed by Hindu Bengalis in Choitra month in which ladies take part to be blessed with boon, getting offspring or for the welfare of offspring, from Lord Shiva.
Translated by Suman Das
Original Poem Sarbahara Obiswasi by Sunil gangopadhyay
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