Poetry

Farmer

I walk to the cropping field every day Its grasses, creepers, crops, and clay-land are my dear ones. It smells fragrant in my breathing,

Moulana goes to Gaza, Moulana goes to Kashmir, UP... He, however, does not know that his People are mostly migrant labours, Ill-clothed, ill-fed,

It asserts the power of women. They can be abused, raped, or murdered, but they have the power to steal the dreams of their killers.

In this rape nation a raped girl is raped thrice once in the seminar hall once on the TV debates and once again in the narratives of the learned men!

My eternal mind is pining in thirst For the ambrosia of a hymn.

Set me free, And let me be... An uncaged bird With dreams unfettered.

At which edge thou shall put me on ? Put up thou (as you like ) - I do wander around at the border That's devoid of any road

A rogue truck, unloading its gold, Has dashed against a leaning wall, And under its debris the mother Has got a clean burial.

It attests to the condition of the labourers who wait at city's corners to seek a hand that may hire them for the day.

A cuckoo is calling from a nearby neem tree,a dozen naked children are catchingdragonflies in the sun,…