Netaji Subhas <br />You are not dead, <br />You are alive <br />Alive for ever <br /> <br />Your name is all around <br />At the five point crossing <br />Or at the green brigade ground <br />As a simple statue <br />Under the shade of a tree <br />Now resting in peace <br /> <br />But you did not know rest <br />While you were alive <br />So you are still alive <br /> <br />You are alive now all around <br />Your name gives redness to posies <br />Sweetness to apple and grapes <br />Subhas shadows looms large <br />EVERYWHERE <br />When people donate blood <br />Earn their daily bread <br />Go to temples for saying prayers <br />Subhas is everywhere <br />In biscuit packets, tins of mustard oil <br />In daily bread <br /> <br />Your name is on the signboard <br />Of grocery shop, a poultry farm <br />A primary school in Jungle Mahal <br />A factory of Singur <br />A tea stall at Nandigram <br /> <br />Your name is on the City High Roads <br />On the streets of the Capital <br />People shout your name in a procession <br />We feel you should have been alive <br />When we against the heinous acts - <br />to see the police molesting a girl <br />or the students beaten rudely for calling strike <br />or the dock laborers hurl slogans at their bosses <br />or the girl child ravished and killed in a flat <br />The list continues unending…. <br /> <br />You are alive in our familiar words <br />You are alive when have no words to utter.<br /><br />Ratan Bhattacharjee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chant-to-netaji-subhas-chandra-bose/
