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Peace Messenger 

Suman Debnath


You speak of peace, 

yet in your retina—

oil-paintings of 

weapons of war.

 

You speak of equality,

but I hear the marching boots

of the Gestapo.

 

You speak of progress,

your crooked finger

points with a sneer.

 

You speak of rain,

but beneath your feet

lies a desert of dust.

 

All that exists

serves the naked cravings

of your primal lust!

 

You are the messenger 

of peace— your envoys, 

armed to the teeth.

 

You are a gentle flame—

yet your crown burns

with thickening darkness.

 

You are a smitten lover—

but your love laughs

in molten lava.

 

You are heaven’s child—

yet your heaven blazes

on hell’s pyre.

 

And in the hallowed halls

of your enlightened peace—

Amaravati weeps.

 

(25 July 2025)



Poet's Bio :
Suman Debnath was born in Kishoreganj in 1983. He writes poems from early age , and belongs to a rare poetic genre  where emotion arises not from spirituality, but neurological stress responses—panic, fatigue, disassociation. And it is reconstructed as a cerebral protest poem—free from metaphysical ideology, , and shaped by critical imagery, irony, and symbolism. It interrogates dystopia through a lens of intellect rather than spiritual faith He contributed poems to 'pandulipi'r kobita songkolon 1 (2021), 2 (2023), 3 (2024) and 4 (2025)


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