With my folded hands I pray, call me, "O man".
For I've shaken off my religion, cast and gen.
Let me call you my pal -- be you female or male,
Be you black white or yellow, too big or too small,
Or the Godhead, God-sent or a church mouse,
A king, billionaire-millionaire or a beggar sans a house.
Nor think I, but dream a world of man shining
As the Akash Ganga waving swaying and walking,
Through the earth and even the universe
Through the infinite epochs, ages and eras ;
For Man is this creation and the Creation is for Man -
If not it's true ruin me or call me a beast insane.
Dulal Chandra Bandyopadhyay
28/02/2025
Siliguri.
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