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I am a traitor.

Now my place is prison.

My fault, government law

I spoke against the state.

However, I speak

Of those people who belong to the state

always neglected,

Exploited by the injustice of the state.

The police have gone missing

How many children lost parents

No sleep in the eyes.

I said this is wrong

If the keeper is the eater

The country floats in the blood of the Ganges;

Then protesting words

Leave the sound of the voice

Out of the house

I picked up the pen, wrote poetry

I have written the pain of people's hearts.

This is not wrong, there was a time

But why is it a traitor today?

Have you written on my forehead?

i am human

Man is my brother

To judge by religion

I didn't come today.

Why today?

The temple is burning, you locked the mosque

I say listen, you are all devils.

A hungry child cries on the way

cloth in the eyes of the state,

That's why I wrote Ore my brother

Sit your bite in the palace.

There is no treatment at the hospital

just harassing

Test business sucks blood

The poor get poorer.

Teachers are very respectful

Still his shadow in corruption

A guest in the world of two days

Why so much illusion of money?

If I say the state is silent

But what would be too much to say,

If it is wrong for this reason

I will hang my neck.

Today I am in prison

Someone will come tomorrow.

No one could keep Bengali in check

Can't know the truth Niranjan.

If walking on the path of truth

Let my soul go

I will still write poetry

This is my right.