Home Calling

By Prosanta Das

Home; home, are you calling? 

I am away, far, far away, 

I can not hear you, 

Feeding on opium that 

You once gave free lease to farm. 

Peace to thee. 

Some twenty thousand protesting, 

The hot blood that once swept their bodies 

Has started congealing, 

Now "the lave go by me, 

The jolly heaven above" 

In the bush they sleep "with stars to see" 

Sleep, sleep please do come 

The everlasting. 

Beware, the Raja is in his sleep 

He has worn his clothes 

Morning he will wake 

Open eyed 

And open hand he will shower his blessing 

'praise to the lord, praise to thee 

Long live the king, long live his kingdom', 

Should I plunge?

By Prosanta Das