Posted by: Ron DuBour | April 6, 2015

HERE I AM BORN~by Rajendra Padhi




The land cracks burning in the sun
In lonely furrows of dying stalks,
What the black crow thinks in bare bough
Sitting unprofitably in a lonely tree?

The white cotton clouds anemic of rain
Rocks man sitting on buffaloes,
Until their eyes awed in morbid look
Of kids sick and shaken in furies of Nature.

Elsewhere people clad in a piece of cloth
Talk of the mocking glance of weather,
Bitterly embark upon a dreamy gossip for rain
Till owl sings in solitude in massive nights.

The sharp sun strikes on muddy pools
The cakes of clay shelter carcasses dirty
Wrinkle the noses in the pungent smell
The grimy land far from life’s roses.

Moths barely move like man for food
Under the long rows of Tamarind trees,
An ancestral agony rules like summer sun
Here I am born in a land thrusting sighs.

Composed and copyright by Rajendra K. Padhi

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