Ichamati is pale in grief
Her life she seems brief
Some crave for her life
But politicians are duff and deaf.

She looks into the bridge over her
To see on it every car
And says, 'I'm not alone! '
'Such, dear, you are too prone! '.

'Right, such are we both
Them, all I loathe
For though politicians are not poor
I needed some cements and rocks more'.

She looks into the road follows her
To see it being everyday lower
And says, 'I'm not alone! '
'Such, dear, you are too prone! '.

'Right, such are we both
Them, all I loathe
For all politicians embrace the girl-friend
But never touch my breast to mend'.

So I say-


Thus all lives are spent
Their houses all politicians paint
Men suffer and labourers toil
Yet, politicians are swimming into oil.

Pijush Biswas

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/so-i-say/