The writer from anywhere and everywhere when ponders on the question ' who am I?',receives some response in a lyric by the Assamese singer Bhupen Hazarika ....
" Ami ek jajabor' ( I am a gypsy ...)
Some of the writings including poems appeared in dissidentvoice.org, Leaves of Ink, Tuck Magazine, Virasam, Velivada, countercurrents.org, counterview.org, counterview.net, sabrangindia.in , etc.
Waking up early as usual,
He started the daily ritual
Of going to mortuary
Cutting and stitching bodies with dreary
Mind and expressionless eyes
Not thinking of virtues or vice ....
How many a shattered dream
Of corpses' faded gleam
Did he try to visualize
Which they couldn't realize...?
Yet, he continued his 'thoughtless' job:
Thinking would open tightly closed knob
Of the painful and fearful thought-provoking reality
That cutting bodies is not as easy as cutting vegetables with alacrity
Like a butcher ripping apart animals
He dealt with the lifeless mortals
To earn daily bread for his family
And see them live comfortably and happily
The GM age (1)
Sowing seeds by hands that deftly sprinkle
Cleaning the field with sharpened sickle
The farmers grew crops digging mud
With their toil, bread and blood
The food produced was clean and healthy
Nutritious with vitamins and deliciously tasty
But soon mechanization of agriculture spread
Forced farmers to use GM (Genetically Modified) seed
In quest of higher yields, they applied artificial manure
And began to spray pesticide to make them perfectly sure
The food produced is unpalatable
Less nutritious and mostly vulnerable
Making people suffer affecting with disease
The GM age is spreading with stunning ease!!
1. GM = Genetically Modified