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 Maintain Discipline

(ডিসিপ্লিন রক্ষা কর)

Satyajit Mondal


The old father can see

Hears with his ears-

This sensory power

Today is the most cruel-

Trembling, he falls

At the feet of their leader.

 

‘Leave my little daughter...'

Then...............................

 'At least, not in front of my eyes, please'…..

Standing in the queue

Like a devotee praying,

That stupid cry

Towards the dumb stone,

‘Don’t you have any Religion?

Just, we are not in your belief!’

 

‘No, no, Hey greybeard,

Why do you mis-represent,

Since action results in religion,

Do you think our faith is so shallow?’

 

Looking at the humanized comrades,

‘Keep this man’s words

Take her over there...

Remember to maintain discipline,

One by one.’

Before the old man fell to the ground,

He heard only once:

"Father, Oh father!"

 

Even then, in this society,

some were at their praying , some were chanting,

"Om Shanti! Shanti hay!

Omniscient Ishwar was alive even then!

Author's Bio 

Satyajit Mondal was born in Sreeram Pur, Magura district, in 1981. He has been working as a teacher in a government college in Kishoregonj, Bangladesh. He is well-versed in Marxist philosophy, and his songs and poetry owe much to this philosophy. His arts speak for the oppressed and suppressed community, whose voices are unheard due to socio-political and religious burdens. He belongs to an ideal that proposes an exploitation-free society. From this perspective, he leads the humanist quest of civilization towards the future.  He has contributed poems in the “Pandulipir Kobita” series: 1 (2021), 2 (2023), 3 (2024), and 4 (2025). 

Further Reading
1.https://www.rokomari.com/book/211422/pandulipir-kabita
2. https://www.rokomari.com/book/388198/pandulipi-r-kobita-sonkolon-3
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  1. Deb Proshad HalderJuly 11, 2025 at 11:19 PM

    Satyajit Mondal has been writing on the perspective of socio, political aspect being a marxist poet. This piece of poetry is his hatred to the state apparatus that fails to save a daughter from oppressor. And the religion is dumb here.

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