Sucked dry by scary scarcity
Beaten hard by
heartless hunger
Emaciated
human bodies aboard
Among the tea bushes green
Busied
themselves thin and lean
The blue hills don’t utter a word!
Her lungs
infested with tubercle germs
Balamdina
comes to the tea garden
She nourishes
the plants with her blood
The ill
equipped hospital in the estate
Failed to give
her a healthier state
The blue hills
don’t utter a word!
Among the
machines of the factory
The Adivasi worker
boy called Zenga
Lay bloodied, motionless,
floored
Worked silently
among the machines roaring
One machine played a cruel joke boring
The blue hills
don’t utter a word!
His rights were snatched by the greedy
Though flags
of various colors flutter
Near the factory
iron - doored
Raising
rainbow slogans in the air
Socialism,
justice, rights, wages fair,
The blue
hills don’t utter a word!
Tightly the mire holds
all to their neck
The blue hills
don’t utter a word!
Xavier Bage
Thursday, 19/8/1993
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