Dibyendu's WallScript

[Chorus] The forest kept no one out. The air was never poison for some. But in the city— one man lives by taking from another.   Verse 1 – The Forest   In the forest, plants do not quarrel about the right to live. The fox’s rage cannot stop the song of equality. Life there is secular, beast loves beast— but look at the city: it cries from the pain of keeping others hungry.   [Chorus] The forest kept no one out. The air was never poison for some. But in the city— one man lives by taking from another.   Verse 2 – The City   Here, the man who is “happy” has stolen another’s food, cloth, shelter, work. He does not thank the trees for the air he breathes. He believes it is “normal” to store and hoard, to keep a roof above his head while others sleep in dust.   Verse 3 – The Visit   One day, he came to ask after the trees— his face hidden by thick cloud, his clothes torn, his hands folded in apology before God. He knew his body would be lost, that the ferry...

Have you heard, demon, where the soft brain lies, where you might find it? There is no water in the universe, and so you run this far— look, here it comes, standing behind our walls.   The desert’s dryness breaks the clouds to feed itself; it wants to devour our beautiful world. A bare spine, the marginal strength of thought— come with me, here winter is past.   The rain is over and gone; flowers come to earth while ignoring the body’s seed. The sky tears and eats, cuts and carries away to our own country, where we hear there will be no more aquatic life.   All will be hard, sharp as steel— intelligence, ghost, the clouds’ primordial shape, the ice-stone assembly like Kanchenjunga’s peak, with sodden soil and humility.   My beloved has carried her heart far away, gone for many days; there is no water, only cloud remains. Detachment loves itself; watery life endures in the blood of the heart— and even there, I hear today, beloved, your voice. ...