Bijay Kant Dubey


As An Aryan Settler Saw I The Native Taking To Hedia & Pocche By The Raw Roadside In The Santhal Parganas - Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

As an Aryan settler saw I from a distance
The aboriginal natives
Taking Hedia and Pocche,
Sour and stale palm juice and rotten rice beer
At the local ale-shop
By the roadside or into the bushes,
The piyyakads taking to full
With soaked and fried grams
And speaking in drunken capers,
Drinking and going.


Comments about As An Aryan Settler Saw I The Native Taking To Hedia & Pocche By The Raw Roadside In The Santhal Parganas by Bijay Kant Dubey

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 3, 2014



[Hata Bildir]