Bibekanand Kumar ‘Agyat’
(March 4, 2024)
Don’t come, don’t come. O! Little creature
Please don’t come, my love. O! Bird of nature
Please stay a little far, beyond the wiry bar
They’re strong and cunning, but meek and innocent you are.
Conspiracy has been created to kill you cruelly
Demons have lived here to hunt you brutally
Your life for their taste and they tell it best
To trap you in their trap, hours their eagle-eyes wait.
I know you come for me, and sing for me!
But in behind, they spread a net for thee
Please go away, live away, I’ll come the way
To listen your melodious chirping in the new bay.
I’ve tried, I’ve cried, even I’ve fought with them
I’ve pleaded politely, but not they get your life’s gem
For many times urges I’ve made, not your life to take
But snake smile they show and make promises fake.
Though it’s your home, but around the hunters roam
Blind they are before their tongue, and your life a foam
So, please stay away, my little love, for always I can’t check
As the vampires live on blood, for their taste sake.
