Alive Poem by Pravat Kumar Mandal

ALIVE
Pravat Kumar Mandal

Those who are the sky passengers
The official darling guests.
Those who are the oppressed workers
In this world no right to take rest.

The guests are equal to the gods
They aren't showed any disregard
Let the native workers be trampled
Thus let the number be reduced.

We call ourselves human beings
Living with dreams; dying with dreams
Our faces are veiled with fake shinings
See, how we survive in our streams.
(9th May,2020)