Dr. Prabuddha Ganguli’s Poem Expresses the Dynamically Changing Scenario of Human Tragedy in the War-torn Nation
Dr. Prabuddha Ganguli, CEO of his consulting firm Vision-IPR offering Intellectual Property Rights (IPR) and Knowledge Management services, has been a passionate contemporary poet, photographer and writer.
Motivated by the human tragedy in war-torn Ukraine, he wrote a poem about his anguish for which one should worry about its demographic bias and its aftermath.
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“Over the past few months, the media has saturated us with news from Ukraine…which is now a devastated and war-torn country with all its beautiful landscape in ruins with millions of displaced, disoriented lives and perhaps generations lost forever,” he said. Remarks.
“This poem expresses this dynamically evolving scenario of human tragedy. We should worry about the bias of Ukrainian demography and its aftermath,” writes Ganguli.
As a leading professional and academic, Ganguli has consulted with the World Intellectual Property Organization in Geneva and various governments and in mentoring start-ups and entrepreneurs across the supply chain. value of innovation.
He is the author of six books and numerous publications. Listening to music, visiting exotic places, meeting people, photographing and writing are some of her favorites.
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In Wilderness we groan… Can you “you
Crane” lives better?
Prabuddha Ganguli
Oh! the sky is dark, noisy with strikes
from a drone
On the ground the bombarded rubble speaks a
their own language.
How long will we stand the test of time?
The greed of man has no limits for reason or rhyme.
From houses to the homeless, jobs to the unemployed
In the deep dungeons, how many more days and nights can we guess?
Life in such a broken state
We innocent people are in a political failure.
This is the latest news for the whole world
Who is to blame for “these duties” they perform?
Struggling for food, water and a piece of bread
Oh my God! countless nights that we still have to dread.
For now in the desert we moan
A life of uncertainty with skin to bone
We’re all on a downward slope
Until death as relief wreaks silent havoc.
Will we ever see a life that once was?
In innocence, laughter and the joy of being free.
Now already so weak and frail
Hoping against all hope on still waters
we will sail again.
Justice is just a word in the vocabulary lists
Does this mean anything to people who
uncontrolled beasts?
mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters,
grandparents, children, parents including our pets
Terrified of zoom bombing jets.
A lost generation for an unknown cause
We call on these politicians to take a break
Will they scratch their hearts to find a
RAISON?
Shouldn’t they be judged for their indiscipline
TREASON?
United Nations forever divided in the cause
Is there a meaning to international conventions and laws?
Only fruitless debates for years
While the misery persists, with no one to wipe away the pain and the tears.
So in the desert we’ll keep moaning
All we can wait for is the anguish of moaning
World order in the name of progress
Just adds to all the stress and clutter.
