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"sinha" poems
We live in a small place, In the midst of river, Encircled by water People said that ‘It is a largest river island’. We call it ‘Majuli’! Land placed At centre! There was a time When, Our life were self contain With nature and culture! But, almighty probably Do not like it! Inundation gradually shifted to floods, Small strike of water on land Converted strike of wild waves Land takes away, Crops started to damage, People lost their land, Water on the ground and beneath decline, Water in well poisoned, Our tradition cut loose! The farmer...... The potter...... The craftsman...... The fisherman........ The weaver........... The........... All are migrated To the island with concrete and mock matter In search of livelihood! Those who are here Like us, Still waiting With a hope, that Almighty will change its mind, ‘Bless us!’ Again we will Perform ‘Sinha- Jatra’ of Post-modern era!
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Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 2:06 AM UTC
Tale of an Island