"This city." Poem of Manik Chakraborty.

In this city 

there are people, but no life. 

In this city, flowers do not bloom 

Birds do not sing.

This city is a pale desert 

Here there is only 

violence, strife 

the fire of anger. 

This city is bloodstained 

with human corpses, and 

the cries of raped women. 

There is no humanity in this city 

There is a struggle for power...

Manik Chakraborty.