Nagada

It’s not any tourism or pilgrim place

Not even any uncertain volcanos or

Earthquake take place …

It’s not also a white or black pagoda.

Where poverty strangulates i.e. NAGADA.

The rate of crowd increased day to day

Minister, doctor or chief head

They have a dramatic trip every day.

What is now, all over pervaded …!

A whisper voice comes to my ear,

So sad…! What a critical situation

Suffering they are…!!

Anyone can easily count my skeleton,

Don’t ask about my flesh?

The skin is just like a cover,

Empty stomach touches back.

Shallow eyes try to trace clear,

Trembling steps stumbling more.

A stethoscope moves around my body

Outcome I don’t know; but comes out

“prevention is better than cure”

Malnutrition is its root reason...

(minister replied) obviously roots are many more,

It is clear in upcoming election one seat is sure.

Although we are richer than rich

Our mineral wealth beneath the hill.

As much as we try to learn the skill.

What kill us; we have only silent appeal.

We were two brother, my father was a labor,

My mother not only a housewife but also a labor.

The twinkling of 19 stars above the sky

 They were our neighbor.

My brother joining two days ago.

I am struggling still to say you, good bye...

Many more thankful not to the doctor, reporter

And not even any administrative or minister..

Who scarifies their life to reveal the

Disaster…

I know this highlighted issue one-day wipe out,

Swept away from every one’s memory.

As usual condition will be return

I will be twinkling with them ; in future sky

It will became a story..

We had not need any solar light, electricity,

Connected broadband and N.H. Highway…

If you want to provide anything..

Kindly provide a handful food,

Where there are remaining thousands of

NAGADA.

They are still far away… struggling alone…