Budhdhadeb - The Hector of our times The enemy is at your gate, laying a grueling month-long siege, Savagest of kinsmen, they are coming in numbers from the sea, Armed with firearms they have thronged the busiest streets, Hacking off heads of your men, detaining women who were once free. When the overpowering gloom engulfs everything around When all of the flickering hope is gone and the doom is near The city gates open and out comes Hector, the hero of our times. The protector of our lives, the tempest that knows no fear The gaping wounds, the bloodstained shield gleams in moonlight The battered sword, swooping down heavily upon the foe Like a herd of cows maddened by the attack of a lion They retreat to the damned trenches, burying their heads low All hail Hector! The noblest of souls. Till he is there….All is not lost Till he is there….There is hope Jibendu Narayan Mazumder