At the bottom of the kurwa hills
Lie in the sacred spots
Of Pakpathar
Under an exotic tree of a wild tree
Vermillioned,
The storks speaking their tongues
And the place lonely
Amidst the fields and fallows
And the devotees aboriginal
And the priest aboriginal
Praying to
And offering ganja, daru, sweets
And other things
As for a puja
As for to get fulfilled
And it sounds the drum
And the flower falling
Symbolizing the fulfillment
Of the wishful prayer
And he will have to come to
To give a puja
Whatever wished.

People coming to as for the return of
The straying cattle,
The information indicated or hinted towards
As the whereabouts unknown
With regard to the missing and lost,
The Lord of The Woods,
Really a powerful god,
Which but cannot be proved,
But can be felt it
And he helps
The people in need,
Distraught and in despair,
The only source of light.

Chutonath, a little away from Dumka
Across the river, across the hills
Just at the foothill
Of the plateau region
Red-soiled and of the hilly domain,
Under the timber trees
Lies Chuto Baba,
Another sacred and sacrosanct spot
Without the shed,
But under the open
The sacred stones,
Powerful and living
And fulfilling
And punishing
If the fault be any,
The Lord of The Woods.

Bijay Kant Dubey

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