An animal with a full stomach can say less

Not all of those who are on my Facebook friend list, some of them, even before the fifth of August this month, I have seen extremely enthusiastic people, who have written essays and poems about this and that problem of the country, and have carefully decorated the Facebook store with various colors.

I have seen, from house to house everyone arranges the consciousness of small children, who will be martyred in the sacrifice of consciousness – my gold? Surrendering with thoughts in mind and soul – Seventy-one freedom fighters wanted to get opportunities and allowances to write poems and push them in processions.

They got the so-called new freedom and happiness by writing poems and songs with a premature sense of consciousness. Oh well. They don't write any emotional poetry songs now. Their consciousness is now mood off. The folds of thought on their foreheads. Now each of their Facebook walls are empty Sahara desert. On their Facebook page Wall Sahara Desert some desperate migrants are walking aimlessly in the desert of new freedom.

I am, he is as before. I am like Hurmati, the sweeper of Sarada Police Academy during my training. Although Trishordha Hurmati was alive at that time, according to Mahakal's calculations, she was old. During our fallin time, the fatigued habildar master shouts loudly, 'Hoormati you are not being swept. Put you up at night.' Be it a thousand, he is a servant. There is also dignity. His stomach hungers for the kingdom. He shouts in Bihari language, 'Hey Ja Abe Ja. How many haulders like you have come to Sarda. I remained a sweeper hurmati hurmati, chale chutia kutta harami.' Habildar Saheb went away with one cheek of disappointment in silence.

I am alive, the happiness of a madman is like a madman in our village without any change in mind. Joke like crazy but still write something. Two or four words of various kinds of Nakhanda Napak Banda Nalayek of Badwip. Our joker writes madly, with a stick in his hand on the way to Meto. I write while walking without pen and paper. Reason: I'm not that much of a scholar. I am the unsung hero of the state. So I can write in a constant accountability joke crazy mind.

It was my lonely struggle against the thieves, robbers, bourgeois mercenaries who shamelessly took away the whole of the state. I did not have a friend by my side in that lonely struggle. I didn't get it, the police, the public, the military, the wits of the mind, the intellectuals.

My friend Sushil Dal no one can write now. Can't say for fear of being surrounded – their new car model price. Click, Plot Flat Name Address Bargain. Can't tell the story of buying land for their country house. Can't tell, the story of dairy farm fish farming. Can't tell, their Shali's sister Bhojali's stories. Can't tell, the origin story of Adur's son-in-law in Bank Para. What will they do with all their wealth, or where will they keep it? You can't even tell yourself. They AC NBR politic goonda pandas for so long that amount of Hadiya stories fascinating story type; Or, fearing the roar of the political tiger, the fifty-six thousand square miles trembled and stayed safe; He is now running away in fear of the story slowly coming out. Not a single fish poet, rice dal poet, police journalist, military civilian poet who wears the state's looter medal does not write anything on Facebook. It means they understand, their stomachs are full. It should be thrown out in front of the students. Those plundered wealth can be eaten by their successor, Genghis. For fear of being surrounded by hunger, they cannot say any policy now.

The alleged conscientious journalist is on the run. After changing the mask, some appeared in a new look. Some people are gritting their teeth and grumbling silently that they would not have supported the students if they had known that such a situation would happen. The besiegers cannot straighten their heads and raise their index fingers and shout, 'I am honest.' Why resign? ' means you can't protest. Everyone is resigning. No government officer dares to shout publicly, I did not commit corruption. my hands are empty No businessman can say, I didn't make illegal profit. Former students are also running away because they cannot speak. They can shout that the newcomers are empty handed. They are changing the margin of popular demand in slogans every day. They can also say when? As long as the stomach is hungry.

Babies cry as long as they are hungry. Hunger calls the crow in the morning. The goat calls the rooster the cow. No one calls after being full. keep quiet Then there is no treacherous love in procession. Communist Feminist Terrorist Bourgeois or religious all eat and sleep at once. Again the hunger in the stomach as it is now, today is not the day to play flowers woke up chanting.

In fact, there is no benefit in blaming anyone in this case. Animals are genetically modified organisms. The food of the safe post of the animal is after intercourse, after this and that, after biting and biting, after the immaculate sleep.

After people's stomachs are filled with happiness and prosperity, the neck is not as stiff as before. Leader's eyes don't get normal abnormal water. Cultivation can embrace everyone. After the stomach is full, it can be seen on his Facebook story, the family's various interior designs, houses, cars, jewelry, ponds, fishing projects. On Facebook, you can see all the funny stories of Timepass. beautiful smile Various fashion accessories and comments.

I have thought about the similarities and differences between the lives of humans with dogs, lions, cheetahs, hyenas and wolves. I have seen, – a person unable to save his life is like a stray dog ​​to the family, society and the state. They sometimes bear the hot water thrown by the tea shopkeeper with a cruel smile. Again, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, come, call. A man full of stomachs, hyenas, lions and wolves mutter to themselves day and night. He died in a fierce fight.

Marpit Bengali movie script writers once seemed to me, social scum. I used to see in their pictures, all Mastan murderers are passing laws in parliament as ministers. They attacked the police station and killed all the policemen. Saw an honest police officer who lost his job and traded Phencidil to save his life. Later many peasants got jobs after food and caught the culprit. Means all Bengali movies have shown, the reward of honesty is jail, fine, humiliation and death. The last cry of the heroine, – I will get my body, but I will not get my mind. Later, the villain laughed and said, only if you get the body. Mind is not needed. I have seen small children have dreams, some of them became home minister or education minister. They are beating the police official Kamla leaders and ministers. They killed the villain cops and hanged them on street lampposts. Many dishonest leaders and ministers have been caught in their hands. In the court of the crowd, the hero and heroine are cheering by killing them. The President pardoned all the crimes of the eager students. I have also seen, sometimes the hero sometimes with the villain, the procession of our people: 'I will break the lock of the prison. I will bring Dipzal Bhai.'

Because of writing, the scriptwriter of Bengali cinema has various conversations with many people. Most of them opined: 'Everything is a product of man's fertile and barren imagination. What people imagine, wish! Neither the creator nor the nature discourages it.'

Seeing and listening to various Bengali movie dialogues, I feel that I have also written – one day a new self-reliant freedom will come to every house in the area of ​​fifty-six thousand square miles. They do not obey the rule of a full stomach. One will be a new state. They will have to eat and survive in their homes. The constitution will be written, not to be a slave to anyone. They do not accept the fear of the false juju of the state constitution. Unacceptable demographics are unfair. Don't listen to their false claims. They can all say whatever they want. can write can sing They will have their own prayer culture and freedom of conscience. Whomever they will be next to, no red carpet; At the very least, a weak state's infrastructure will live up to the status of King Puru.

Author: Essayist and Poet.

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