Monday, December 28, 2020

Long Live Chatukarita

I looked at the land of Muslim Bengalis,
and weaved a bloody long sigh,
for the picture was bleak,
and worsened by the hour;

while oppressors continued their favorite pastime,
of sucking all dry,
while licking the feet of their masters,
the bulk of its populace was busy,
bending under crushing pressure,
accepting their fate,
bickering within ad nauseum,
and activists sprang after issues,
like nervous pigeons chasing crumbs of mouldy bread;

A section waited in slumber,
waiting for power to be handed,
on a silver platter,
and another section said if only there would be fair elections,
there would be gonojowar,
even as both of their limbs kept on being hacked,
by the kopa league,
urged on by chetonazi libtards,
their buttcheeks on puppet sticks,
strings pulled by puppeteer Bharat mata.

Saturday, December 12, 2020

Bismillah

Bismillah. 


I am back from my talukdershaheb.com website and will be writing here in the future, if any. 


Regards.

TS