Dr Prabuddha Ganguli’s poem expresses the dynamically evolving scenario of human tragedy in the war-ravaged nation
Dr Prabuddha Ganguli, CEO of his consulting firm Vision-IPR offering services in management of Intellectual Property Rights (IPR) and Knowledge Management has been a passionate contemporary poet, photographer and story writer.
Motivated by the human tragedy in the war-ravaged Ukraine, he has penned a poem about his anguish why one ought to be concerned about skewing of its demography and its after effects.
“The media over the last few months has been saturating us with the news from Ukraine…which is now a devastated war-ravaged country with all its beautiful landscape in ruins with millions of lives displaced, disoriented and possibly generations lost for ever,” he notes.
“This poem expresses this dynamically evolving scenario of human tragedy, We ought to be concerned about skewing of the Ukrainian demography and its after effects,” Ganguli writes.
As a lead professional and academician, Ganguli has been a consultant to the World Intellectual Property Organization in Geneva and various governments and in mentoring of start-ups and entrepreneurs across the entire innovation value chain.
He has authored six books and numerous publications. Listening to music, visiting exotic places, meeting people, photography and writing are a few of his favorites.
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In Wilderness we moan… Can “You
Crane” lives to betterment?
Oh! the skies are dark, noisy with strikes
from a drone
On ground the bombed rubbles speak a
language of their own.
How long will we go through the test of time?
Man’s greed has no limits for reason or rhyme.
Homes to homeless, Jobs to jobless
In deep dungeons how many more days and nights is anyone’s guess?
Life in such a shattered state
We the innocent are in a political checkmate.
It’s Breaking News for the World at large
Who is to blame for “such duties” they discharge?
Struggling for food, water and a piece of bread
Oh God! countless nights we still have to dread.
For now, in wilderness we moan
A life of uncertainty with skin up to the bone
We all are on a downward roll
Till death as relief takes its silent toll.
Will we ever see a life that used to be?
In innocence, laughter and joy of being free.
Now, already so weak and frail
Hoping against hope on peaceful waters
we shall once again sail.
Justice is a mere word in vocabulary lists
Does it mean anything to people who are
Mothers, Fathers, brothers, sisters,
grandparents, children, relatives including our pets
Terrified with the zooming bombing jets.
A generation lost for an unknown cause
We appeal to these politicians to take a pause
Will they scratch their hearts to find a
Should they not be tried for their unruly
United Nations forever disunited in cause
Is there any meaning to the international conventions & laws?
Only infructuous debates for years
While misery stays on, with none to wipe off the suffering and tears.
So, in wilderness we shall continue to moan
All we can look forward is anguish to groan
The world order in the name of progress
Only adds to all the stress and mess.