SANTALPARA

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Bored being confined by four walls,

I set out for Santalpara

Where I hear rustics sit idle whole day

And drink, brawl and do nothing.

 

A fine drizzle washed the forest path a while ago,

And yonder the fairy trees all stand naked

And sacred. I wish to be hugged

But no rays enter there, no path laid.

 

Forest I cross, and come to Santalpara,

But where are the Santal peasants?

Heaps of tourists’ waste—plastic bottles, beer cans, dotted condoms,

And painted, flashy faces, and civilized prattle.

 

Ten minutes stay I there, and convulsed,

And again come to the forest path

And again a fine drizzle showers me,

And heals my pestering wounds.

(First published in anthology, Rise to Higher Essence)

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Abu Siddik

Abu Siddik

It's all about the unsung , nameless men and women around us. I try to portray them through my tales. I praise their undying suffering and immaculate beauty. And their resilience to life's vicissitudes, oddities, and crudities I admire. They are my soulmates who inspire me to look beyond the visible, the known, the common facade of the educated and the intellectuals.

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  1. Ryan Peasant

    amount of work? I am completely new to operating a blog however I do write in my diary daily.

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