We rape and bring bastards to the world

We violate and create

Deny and grant

Repress and liberate

All in a day's work in Bangladesh.

All in the same song with no alap, bistar,or dhrupad.

Somewhat like the endless aggression of a player in an open court after years of break.

Somewhat like the peaking shots of the opposition and position

Siding with Rule and Misrule

Standing opposed to the Bhat de public,

We, the Bhat de public,

Hunchbacks of 2006,

Burdened with regrets,

Burnt with promises and piling regrets.

We, more in number, better in quality

With a '71,'75 ,'91 portfolio

Having dealt with caretakers, advisors, guards and gurus of "tantra"

And now flung amidst the Nobel and the nobodies,

We, the bhat de public are currently being tested for our tolerance of a catch 22 plot

The swing's being rocked too fast

The chains are being tried to the limits

Loosening with every push

Leading to the sure crash on the ground

But...bhat de's haven't given in to the mass funeral plot

Bhat de public's getting ready for a role reversal this second

By pushing the same players,

By planning a coup d'etat

By promising a higher ride to the same bastards

Who crash and meet the ashes.

Ahhhh....time ...for a freedom song,

Ripe and roasted

Tight and toasted

In the fire of the feast at the early hours of 2007

Electing Morality

Evicting Money

Evading Rhetoric ....

Forever ...here in this land of the Bhat de Public

Rubana Ahmed is a poet currently engaged in Phd work at Jadavpur University.