Priyotamasu (Dearest)- Sukanta Bhattacharya
Today I stand as a soldier on the frontier Crossing many a bloodied path Today I have come to a halt- At my homeland’s border. From the greys of Tunisia to the pleasant Italy, From pleasant Italy, we charged towards the rebellious France Like fate,controlled by the stars We were unbeatable, with the invincible rifles in our hands; -From France to even our neighbour, Burma. Today my body wears the stern uniform of a soldier, My hand still holds the rifle, invincible, Through my blood flows the ripples of triumph And of vanity that shadows power, a burden too heavy, Now, I am another sentry on the border. ...