Bangladesh, Circa 2025
by Ananya S. Guha / January 4th, 2026
Manacled hands
Fifty four years of
Freedom mean nothing
As now the liberation
Is from secular voices
Story of a nation whose
History is tainted with
Oppressive forces, Indian
Intervention and now back
To those whose people raped
And killed.
Full stop.
You need more blood in your hands
Ask for more freedom to kill
Yes to kill, in the fantasy
Of nether lands.
In these fifty four years what
Did you do?
A nation prosperous they said
And now the lands prosper
With rivers flowing with tribulation
Of red.
Ananya S Guha lives in Shillong in North East India, where he was born and brought up. He has been writing and publishing his poetry for the last forty years. His poetry has been published in both electronic and print formats such as: Indian Literature, Other Voices, Osprey Journal, Glasgow Review, The Literary Nest, Up The Staircase, Asia Writes, Art Arena, Praxis Online, Muse India, Your One Phone Call, In Between Hangovers, The Peeking Cat Magazine, Post Colonial Text among others. He has also written widely on educational and social matters. He has ten collections of poetry and his poetry has been anthologized in various collections of Indian poetry in English. He holds a doctoral on the novels of William Golding.
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This article was posted on Sunday, January 4th, 2026 at 8:00am and is filed under Poetry.
