The City and Sunanda

The city, your life is celebrating the Durga Puja festival today. Fencing four wheelers and busses ... A glimpse of the brightest moonlight 'Tilottoma' is there, but you are not Sunanda. Looking back once again on every street corner has become my old habit now ! This is the great Asthami Puja's night. This is the time when the up Bongaon local train departs leaving the ocean of people behind. At the insistence of three prostitutes, three young men hurries and put them into empty train compartments. Sunanda, this city has none except you, who can rule the youth. There is neither love, no affection nor the discipline enough. You know the biggest fear ! They are loosing principles, there is no fear in their mind. You please stay Sunanda as only you can touch the fire. Take this society in your unique shape of heart. Take the pollution on life. Shelter the orphan childhood from shallow soil of the river Ganges. Even in the eyes of a wood-louse lightning is still there. You please return Sunanda, I want to be sure and certain in the next rally this time.