Oh! Love by Partha Sarka

A large tree in the middle of green woodland. Large white text reads: Oh! Love. Smaller text reads: Discussing disabled characters in fairy tales and folklore.

Oh ! Love 
I give my warmth to the scaly hands 
Who crush my oven and spit on it 
Oh ! Love, 
Yet, I look at them with rosy imagination 
And they make stinky by throwing me into a pit 
Oh ! Love, 
I give my thorny carpet to welcome you 
Oh ! love, 
I give a sandy dream to build a castle for you   
Oh ! love, 
Yet, I do not know how much unscrupulous I am 
Oh ! Love, 
I don’t want to be pardoned 
Oh ! Love, 
I want to be burnt to be alive 
Into a pit of ash of rotten bed 
Oh ! Love, 
Give me nectar to be dead 
Give me hemlock to be alive 
So that I can rest there alone 
With the fire of atonement 
​By breaking the fundament 

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About the author:
Partha Sarkar, a resident of Ichapur, a small town of a province West Bengal Of India, is a graduate who writes poems inspired by the late Sankar Sarkar and his friends (especially Deb kumar Khan) to protest against the social injustice and crimes against nature. His poems have been in different magazines both in Bangla and in English. Once, he would believe in revolution but now he is confused because of the obscurity of human beings, though he keeps fire in soul despite.