TODAY -
Farming Song!
Jayanta Oinam *
Once, we were farmers
Every morning, at the bark of a crow
Many a yawns gasped, and
Sung songs tilting the fertile soil,
No urea, no phosphate
A spade, a tilt and a pair of bullocks, and
Look today, a pair of goblets:
One in the hilltop, and another
Deep inside the psyche, and
All the sermons, shadows of occupation
My dear, I was destined to forget the servitude:
Farmers were long death!
Recently, my heart beats rather insane
My cold hands desperately seeks trigger happy guns, and
My eyes, somebody told: red, red!
* Poem written by Jayanta Oinam ( a regular contributor to e-pao.net) . The poet can be contacted at jayanta_oinam(at)rediffmail(dot)com . You can also check out his blog at Leitmotif
This poem was webcasted on May 05, 2009.
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