Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 274

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee

Fearless

Fearless was the name.

Fear was like flame.

A rod killed a life, not for worm,

but for flesh, a nation hit by century's fearful storm.

Men are beasts in one aspect.

Law is lazy but with trial and time it can prospect.

She is no more to witness her justice.

Can Y chromosome wipe out all vice?

A rod may not kill anyone anymore

but tiger attacks deer, I am sure.

How one's own sister can teach!

One's neighbor is also one's sister, not a bitch!

Fearless was an existence.

Fear was a historical death, nothing else.