FREEDOM: The Voices
A visit to Sanjay Gandhi National Park, interactions with the tribal and seeing the reality, their struggle for water and sanitation, education, housing, health had motivated me to write this poem.
They say it was tough back in the 80’s
Making a law was not an obligation,
It was a humiliation.
Knowledge that’s been destroyed,
Culture that’s been void.
Mainstreamed that makes them humanoid.
Thousands of ages have passed away,
Tribal communities all around Bombay.
A society, a society that have been thrown down,
And the knowledge that have been burned down.
The rules we talk, the rules we follow
The culture we make needs to be followed.
These are the secret evils.
They divide, kill and makes them pay the bills.
Now and everything it’s enough, but,
It’s not that you can make them shut up.
Fight for the fight, fight for the freedom
All is abide by the constitution.
The reality have been hollow,
And the voices have been shallow.
They have a voice, they will say,
Things that have been forgotten, will be on the way.
With metta
