In this city of dirty mentality
Sabrina Jahan Sumi
I live like a refugee in this crazy city of ours,
on the throne of a new stage in the crowd of the 21st century.
I live as a hostage, under the rule of the exploiter's ruthless politics,
in this reform of crushing human existence like unflowering plants and throwing it into the flames.
I live in the slaughterhouse of murderers
in the culture of slaughtering different ideologies,
in the city of self-pity of women oppressed by rape.
Here, like an addressless letter, a woman's dignity takes shelter in the warehouse,
and the competition for rape goes on.
Here, under the principle of revenge, I live in a cloud of fear
in this barbaric civilization full of rhetoric.
Here the loud cries of the powerless fail to reach the impenetrable seat of God.
The sighs of the dull gaze of the Dalits
Fall on the dead stone chest after being eaten by the devil.
Here, following the intellectuals with bullets in their mouths, the bipedal creatures with brains full of ash move forward in the darkness.
I live in this swamp of chaotic terror wrapped in modernity, in a tribe overrun by miscreants.
I live in a state bereft of dignity and pain,
In this city of dirty mentality, reveling in the festival of rape.
