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Jayanta Apr 2014
I was meanders over this land;
Bring essence of life,
Spreading blessing of earth
to make your land fertile!

Kings were traveled through my torso,
Solders moved through us,
to defend your land!

Once you feel that I am liable
for your sorrow and tears!
You wedge our thoroughfare,
I am becoming torpid!
You were becoming proud,
That you can able to controlled me
and limit your struggle!

In reality you are trying hard till date to **** me!  
But still now, I am waiting,
To meet my soul mate and my sister!

I am trying hard to gather energy
to reach my adored waiting there!
This time,
When I will start my journey,
Whatever there on my way,
I will conquer it!

This time,
You can’t stop me!!
There was a river called Kalong flowing through Nagaon, Morigaon and Kamrup district of Assam, India. Kalong starts its journey from mighty Brahmaputra and flowing through valleys (of three districts) and again meet Brhmaputra along with another river Kapili in the same spot. In post independent India, planners were becoming blind with power and half learned knowledge of technology, tamed the river at its source, in the name of flood control and irrigation. This exercise stopped the flow of water through the river channel and water for irrigation is becoming a distant dream for the farmer. But the hydrological   and seismological situation of the region indicates Kalong will revive one day and it will create its own path again; but nobody knows what will happened to villages and towns developed on its old path.
Jayanta Apr 2014
They come and
Sale their wilderness
To the city!

They come and
Disseminate their chortle to city dwellers!
They come and
Teach business of honesty and humanity to the
People living in the jungle of concrete and sorrow!

They are prudent,
They are celebrant of
Compassion, peace and happiness!
Every Sunday in our place (Guwahati) there is a weekly market at Beltola. Many tribal women coming from neighboring villages to this market to sale different herbs, Serbs, creeper, roots etc for sale. These are collected from the wilderness in their homestead and village common land. These women not only sale these product but also disseminate many indigenous knowledge on food and medicine along with recipe.  They are so polite and witty everyone will be delighted with them. In every Sun day their smiling face reminds me about compassion, peace and happiness.
Jayanta Apr 2014
We had well-heeled days
With sprawling village,
Glowing crop field, homestead,
and flock of cattle !
We worked day and night
Made our life accomplish with fruits of toil!
Those were the days of amiable knot with everyone,
Spring was echoed with the   sound of ‘Dhol’ and ‘Bihu’!
Summer was fragrance with wet soil and mud of crop field!
Autumn was resonance with ‘Aoi-ni-tom’!
Winter was mirrored with golden Paddy!
Now, we are like a vagrant!
We work in other’s field
We are living on our landowner’s marshy!
“Have you seen that boat on the river?
  Our village was there!
Mighty Brahmaputra had carried away
Our home and glee!”
Now, we depend on our land owner’s marshy!
The river Brhamaputra flowing through Assam (a state of India), there are many places in the region where bank erosion takes place along with shifting of river course  and people lost their villages, home and livelihood. It is a great tragedy of the region.
When I visited one of the affected areas, a la-di-dah person belongs to Mising tribal community of Majuli River Island, shared this with me. Still, the drops of tears coming out of his eyes disturb me!

Meaning of the specific word used in the poem –
Dhol- a traditional drum (musical instrument), Bihu- it is a festival of the region and folk song sing in the spring season are also known as Bihu or Bihu Nam /Song, Aoi-ni-tom – a traditional folk song of Mising tribal community
Jayanta Apr 2014
‘We live with forest’ and ‘forest live with us’!
Tallest tree of the forest is the symbol of our hope,
The Python is our messenger of past,
Blossoming flower of grassland are our depiction of smile,
Birds are the our fortune teller,
Earthworms are our marker,
Butterflies are our messenger of worship,
We design our life with them,
They are our image of clan and family,
We can’t live without them,
Our aspiration is tuned with their respiration,
We are cheerful with them!  
                
Now, out of the blue, you arrived
and say we are poor!
So, you will build industry for us and give job to us!
But for that,
You occupy our land, our forest, our friends and respiration,
We never thought!
‘You are such a pitiable’
That you can’t build anything without our forest,
But you say, ‘we are poor’!
*

Please, go away from our blessed place
Don’t wipe out our friend!
We are rich and happy with the blessing of our friend
There is no need of your industry,
Please go away
Leave us alone we will design our destination.
There is a community called Khasi, inhabitant of State of Meghalaya, India. The Khasi matriarchal society has a cultural system, where they consider forest as sacred. They have clan forest, village forest, community forest in every village.  There is a saying that “Khasi live in forest and forest live Khasi”. Their lifestyle is designed with cycle of nature and nature stewardship is vivid in their day to day life. Now, different groups are coming up to the area, started to destroying the forest in the name of mining and industry. Ecosystem people of the area trying hard to raise their voice, but no one care about it. In every visit to the area I am becoming helpless!
Jayanta Apr 2014
My dear,
We have
Lost your image!
Display your vivacity!
Unable to recall your voice!
Speak loudly,
Through dancing with wind!
Forget your fragrance!
Spread it through wave!
Unable to recall your colour !
Delighted with your blossoming flower!
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She replies.......
How can I?
Your bulldozer relics us!
How can I?
Your buildings stifle us!
How can I ?
Burning fuel of your vehicle and machine,
Intimidated us!
How I can
You called us ****!
How can I ....................?

My dear
Our imp dominates us!
Please salvage us!
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My dear
Please extend your hand
To clutch and revive us.........
Jayanta Apr 2014
A grass land was there,
Birds use to dance around,
Their song echoed around,
Snake use to wonder around!
A grass land was there,
Porcupine, Rabbits, Pangolin........
Tidy around!
A grass land was there,
Raindrop meanders around!
*
Now only building and terraces are here!
Car and two wheeler running around!
Noise of human voice and machine thunderous around!
People use to say, everything is developing... in and around!

Still I am searching around
The elegant
Birds, their song,
The gorgeous
Snake, their beautiful scroll,
The Splendid raindrop on grass!
Still I am belligerent,  
Powerless to remove my childhood memories!
*
Still searching..........
The grass land....
Birds..............
Snake...................
In the town where I was brought up, a grass land was there, that was our wonder land, now everything replaced by human settlement
Jayanta Apr 2014
It is the mother’s care which perks up us,
In our family and clan ………,
In our space and time…..,
In our dream, thought and prayer.. !

It is our mother..
Who edify us, ‘how to begin life…’
Make our life vivacious and beautiful!

It is our mother…
Who create hurdles on our way...
Pose limit to our greed!

It is our mother….
Who define way for us ….
Accomplish our need!

It is our mother….
Whom ……
We worship….
Adore….

We internalize to our brain and vein
To our blood ….
Soul….

Our mother lives in
Land… soil… forest… river ……………,
Even in leaf ..flower, fruit, egg……………
Everybody call her ‘Nature’!
In India we call her 'Prakrti'
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