Warning - (A Translated Poem)

Yes, I am that man
Take a good look at me.
I have blood and honor dripping from my brows.
Choked in my tears I have come from that road
Which had just seen death very close.

I have eaten from poverty ridden platters
I have stood in hopeless Employment queues.
... I still have the smell of cheap perfumed oil in my hair.
My Breath is still filthy.

I have seen the impoverished beggar girl die in her sleep.
I had killed her.
I had killed that bureaucrat
Who was shamelessly taking bribes from that Marwari dealer.
I have laughed insolently at the imbecility of the Law.
I want to hear about Mamata’s will, that is a subject of jeer in the crowded bus.
I would not feel pity for the death of her Democracy.
I would sleep in my insecurity to wake up suddenly in love
Silently I would walk to her and kiss her eyes.
We would cry together for many different reasons.
To wake up alive again tomorrow.

I would clear my voice of all my inadequacies.
I would speak without any social punctuation.
Standing tall under the obscure sky
I would baptize myself in the holy oath
After all anger, hurt and desperation had bathed me in tears.

That I wouldn’t let the world live where I would perish