The Degrading Lights of Hymn

Flabbergasted to know
That my mother-tongue is being ignored,
Bengali, considered to be
One of the most spoken languages in the world
Whereas UNESCO crowned it as the sweetest
One on the entire planet is reluctantly
Escalating from the list of the recognition.
Where are the glories gone,
The birthplace of Tagore is lost somewhere,
No knowledge where they stand in the current scenario!
It's surprising how we, the young generations, Are allocating ourselves in the enriched house of English
As we slowly progress in the derogatory prison
Of over-jewelled arrogance.
The greatest storytellers, literarians, poets and wordsmiths
Who contributed their keen eye and heart into
The world class kingdom of literature, arts and culture,
Now mourning from the maliciously infectious  cancer of delinquency.
Alas! We Bengalis have forgotten the roots,
And now the pride is drowned in the endless crowd of mediocrity.
The golden land of elegance and eminence
Should regain its lost aura,
Whereas the glittery pride of Bengali shouldn't Be lost in The incandescent light of English.

~ © storytellersuchismita