I saw land areas, I saw forest areas
I saw land people in the forests
I saw barbaric people in the land
The ‘worms’ scrawling in the farms
And the life immersed in the dust
Wishes are being sucked in
By the chimneys of factories
Hopes are being driven far away
Along with the herds of cows
Those who toil for greening this land
Return to the palm huts of darkness
In the evening, crossing the desert
And again, the day dawns decrepit
The bullock carts roll panting
On the marooned track of ‘progress’
Loads burden up and bulls bend down
Carts stop at the red light of the rail track
After scaling up the steep road
Rajdhani Express sped away in front of them
On the electric line with AC three-tier coaches
Thousands of temple bells rang together
In the inner heart of the cart driver
Tridents headed towards his stomach.
By Ismail Meladi
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