BY THE RIVER BANK

By the river bank At the forest edge The sun goes down.   Water turns gold, And sky orangey.   Columns of white herons Perch on a tall tree top For the night’s caress.   Soon…

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CHILDREN OF THE FOREST

  Are you the children of the forest? Else what are you doing amid The bare, old, ghost trees?   Orphans you are not, For, there is no orphanage here. Multiple resorts, hotels, guest-houses Steal your…

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SUKRA ORAON

In an early morning in late September I made a visit to Kunjnagar haat. The street from Falakata to Kunjnagar was almost deserted. A few peasants in lungi and napkin sat on haunches on the both…

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HOSSEIN, THE RHINO FIGHTER

One winter afternoon I went to Galakata haat. It was on the western side of Jaldapara forest. On a clear noon one could eye the treetops of the forest, swaying and singing, from the haat. And…

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SANTALPARA

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,…

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NO SICKNESS OF THE CITY

It was sunset lone The sky deep orange, and the birds lined For homecoming, and lazily they gleamed.   Thirteen peasants angling, their eyes fixed to baits, And beside half a dozen half-naked children dirtying in…

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AN OLD MAN ON A WOODEN BRIDGE

An Old Man on a Wooden Bridge An old man sat on an old wooden bridge amid the forest deep Beneath ran a hidden mossy creek, and beyond, The trees were lovely, dark and green, and…

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