Secret Assassination - Translated from Souvik Bandopadhay's "Guptohottya"

He had stood in a shopping mall
and revolted against the demolition of a ghetto.
Standing outside an ice cream parlour
he had protested against land grab.
With folded hands he had sought forgiveness from a family which had converted to a multiplex.
With outstretched hands he had begged for love from a car stranded at a traffic signal.
Outside the gates of a multinational company he had congregated agitating jute mill workers.
And instead of wasting time in exotic candle light marches he had caught the rapist in a fatal strangle hold.
One day while trying to write an advertisement copy he had instead written a manifesto.
And yet that day when he spat towards the sky,
while flying like a rebel kite between sadness and melancholy,
and the spit had fallen back on our faces,
we declared him a looney.
And because there can be no transaction between loonies and healthy society,
and because loonies are injurious to us,
it is heard that he was secretly assasinated.

Moog's Dominion

Harvesting mandrake roots in magnetic fields,
Knee deep in alkali, lead and other FSSAI non approved articles.
Victorian prudency sits all pretty sipping hemlock
While morality takes a long walk like a diminishing marginal utility curve toward the dusty long end of the x axis.
The harmless madman sits by the emergency seat dreaming thus,
While rapists take to the cockpit and PA system.
All other passengers in the meanwhile hit the aisle in manicured candle light march to register solidatity towards differential orientation and marriage preferences....
A child however lies scattered on 'dawn's highway bleeding' unattended, waiting for someone to blame her father!
Incredible ....... !