Sometimes I wish:
I could have born
An Aborigine…
I envy the ‘Jerwas’ of
Andamans…

They have some
Strange dialect
Free from alphabet
They don’t have
To study in schools,
Read newspapers
No need to worry on
Spreading of AIDS
No need to worry on
Global warming up
No need to worry on
Nuclear winter
No need to worry on
Globalization
They are free from
The pranks of knowledge

None of them perished
During Tsunami,
For they knew the
Feelings of their Sea…
Alas! Modern science failed
To give at least a warning!

They face only the sublime reality,
That we all share in common
Before that scriptures are
Useless, can you guess what it is?
Hunger… which can easily
Transform you
An Aborigine!


30/05/08

premji premji

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