© Painting By Kartick Dutta
JUSTICE (বিচার)
(A Tribute to Tillottama)
In a land where shadows often creep,
A lady doctor dared to dream,
With stethoscope and heart so bold,
She sought to heal, her hands of gold.
But beneath the glimmer, a darkness loomed,
Injustice thrived, and innocence was doomed.
With whispers of power, she aimed to inspire,
Yet in a cruel world, her hopes caught fire.
“Empower the women!” the banners hiss,
While round the corner, hearts are amiss.
With lipstick and slogans, we march hand in hand,
But who will take action? Who'll make a stand?
So gather we shall for this tragic show,
Calling for justice, demanding to grow.
Yet as we protest, let’s not be just clay,
Let’s forge a new path—let our voices slay.
Literary scholar and art curator | Arun Kumar Ghosh
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