The Sociology Of Letter
The Sociology Of Letter
Letters
Are not only letters
The red blood flown out
Of my mother's
Terribly cracked feet
Climbs up and down penning letters
Farmers plough letters on the barren earth
And grow with love young dreams like their offspring,
If heard anywhere
The twanging sounds,
Don't get frightened,
While forging a weapon in the anvil,
The letters written by sweat in the seedling-bed of fire
Will have been singing the national anthem.
Little children read out letters on dusts
And scribble the future taller than their height,
The poor heats letters upon the oven of hunger
And drinks them up with the salty tears of scarcity,
The youth gets to the airport having letters
And folding letters savingly in heart
Disappears from eyes,
As disappears-
The geography from the border every day.
Upto this extent that
A rural young lady moves to a city with a hood
The hour forwarding to dusk,
When the urban civilization starts darkening
The young lady goes out with the red lipstick
In the dark alleys
While going out takes with her-
Full of a typical wallet sewn carefully with the thread of desire
The delicate dream like the chicken
While coming back-
She comes back having carried a heavy load of raped desires.
In the sociology of letters
The letter is the most magical garden.
Letters-
Paint the lips of young children with gathered merriment
Teach the hanging bunches of paddy in the flat field to smile
And teach to search pieces of rice of happiness in the yard of grief
Having lost the destiny,
lead the foreheads trying to find destiny to the destination,
Even after knowing that
They will never come back in any future,
Thinking of the war-lost kinsmen,
Who's holding on black and white photo in hand,
Teach the kinsman to live on.
In the sociology of letters
The letter is the most dreadful demon as well.
Why- are being erased
The letters written with blood and sweat from pages?
Why- haven't the songs of the new era been tuned up?
Why- are daughters being frequently raped?
Why- isn't the several generation old loan-account erased from the debenture?
Why- does the wind blow with sole sour odour?
Why- is our settlement always eclipsed ?
Why- aren't nowadays seen in villages
The youth with the Che Guevara photo T-shirt on their chest
And seen only the asthmatic elderly?
When holding the letter- the government attacks on the state
While holding the letter- law rules over the poor
While holding the letter- the country leaves for abroad
Then The letter becomes the most dangerous.
However,
In the society of letters, when enters holding letters-
The poor
The farmer
The helpless
The inflicted,
Then is erased- the philosophy of slavery
Destroyed- the economics of exploitation
Washed off- the chemistry of destruction
And constructed- the beautiful anthropology of all time.
Then will bloom the rhododendron of gratification on every people's face
The sun will spill light over huts tearing up his chest
The youth feet will stand upright as pillars in the border
The sun and moon of freedom will flutter bearing an era
Letters
Are not only letters
But are the intact mirror of time.
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