Standing Beside the Crying Mother

Author: Mridul Dashgupta
Translation By: Sk. Raja Ali, PG Student, CURAJ
Supervisor: Dr. Ved Prakash, Asst. Professor, CURAJ

If I don't stand beside the crying mother in this hour of need,
Why this writing? Why singing?
Why this drawing?

If my brother lies dead before my eyes,
Yet my heart does not burn in rage,
Then what is love? What is society?
What worth is left in justice?

When a girl, once missing,
Is found shattered in the wilderness,
How can I lift my eyes to the sky,
Seeking justice from the heavens?

I cannot stay silent.
What I can do—
Is carve my fury into poetry,
Letting my conscience explode,
A weapon forged in words.

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