Happily Biased

I am not impartial, do not ask me to be the same.

I am biased, and I mean it. This is not a sarcastic comment in any means.

In fact, I'm gradually prejudiced, by my choice, more and more, day by day...

The day you said, 'I really loved you', it meant you were about to leave.

Words make no sense.

I keep remembering the epic fail of the epic story of becoming

when Ma-Ra turns to Ra-Ma...

And then the fiction becomes history.

You asked me to say 'I love you' utterly loud every day.

If I said, it were just a flattering to your wish.

If I didn't, it were also a conceit.

That's how I may decide not to listen you carefully.

When meaning lies elsewhere, sense echoes at far distance,

I may not agree to follow your words only for the sake of

political correctness.

When one shouted Azadi, you understood it as per your understanding.

Words failed again.

That's how I am partial. Biased. I am just happy in that way.

Before you drop a word, tell me first, which side you are on.

I'm on the side of love. Thus, biased for love.

I won't stop loving. I'm prejudiced that way.

[Please make sure, even if you are on the other side of the road,

when I wave my hands, you too wave your hands for greetings!

Either bless me, or curse me. I'll be fine with both. But do it for sure.]

# HappilyBiased #PoliticallyIncorrect

What the hell would I do with a Nation...

If someday some intruders come and occupy my country,

I wouldn't have any problem.

I am not at all anxious in the increasing population of the Muslims,

The Bangladeshi Immigrants have never spoiled my peace of mind.

I do not like the hue and cry you make in the name of your country.

I do not have any problem if my country gets scattered into pieces.

I don't care someone's statue

whether placed or not at the crossroad.

Who just came and started farming upon whose land...

it were never a matter of concern of mine.

What concerns me is if the land is still a barren land...

This stagnancy you brought to the everyday life -

with a mockery towards social concern and revolution

- I have problem just out there.

Slurring life, this numbness  of soul,

and next to it the huge discontent you make for power

- I have problem just out there.

An open green field turns to a dirty slam in the name of development

- I have problem just out there.

 This country is full of rivers, water bodies and heavy rainfalls

and then there is always scarcity of fish in the market,

- I have problem just out there.

Pushing behind a world of love, I cannot embrace a country of hatred.  

Pushing behind a world of love, I won't embrace your nation of hatred.  

Even today people try to segregate people in the name of religion

- I have problem just out there.

If I fail to become a human first, what would I do with a nation?

Nation was only human's need. Wasn't it?

(*badly Translated from Assamese)