# Lines to Our Own Insecurity

If there be the terms for the security of a nation
the precondition of life is to have no conscience
any word other than ‘Yes’ be obscene to naked eye
the mind should bow to reverence to unjust moments
Then the security of the nation is a direct threat to us

We had thought of nation as a pious home
where there is no place for gloom
A person is free to flow in the streets like rain and thunder
and give meaning to immensity of the sky

We had thought of the nation as a fond embrace
We had thought of the nation as joyous as work
We had thought of the nation as loyal as sacrifice
But if the nation becomes a workshop
to strip us of our souls
if it becomes a laboratory to turn us into fools
Then we are threatened indeed
If the peace of the nation be such
that our identity be broken like
stones rolling down a borrowed mountain
The forever rising prices mock brazenly at our wages
Bathing in our own blood be our pilgrimage
Then we are threatened by this peace

If the security of the nation demands
that every protest be extinguished in the name of peace
Courage means only dying at the border
Art should blossom only at the despot’s window
Intellect should be put to use only by order
And labour will only be a sweeper outside the citadel
Then the security of the nation is direct threat to us