Poem By Mamata Banerjee File

I am not just cloth and cane, not just a handle for the rain. I am the shadow of a widow’s vow, the ink that dries on a farmer’s brow.

They asked me, "Why do you hold so tight?" I said, "Because the storm has no right to drown a child’s first alphabet, or wash the field where the promise is set." poem by mamata banerjee

So let the thunder roll and spit— I am the hand that will not quit. Not just a shield, not just a plea— I am Bengal’s audacity. I am not just cloth and cane, not just a handle for the rain