"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!
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 2:06 AM UTC