Mill Field Poems

Below the once proud forests of prolific sal and teak
The land is having its heart torn out
By desecrating multi-nationals and local profiteers.
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Save for the fluting call of a lone bird
And the cry from a distant minar,
The earth is hushed with an air of expectancy;
A new day is beginning.
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Bedded in sub-strata of memory,
Pale filaments of thought
Strive for the light,
Strive for expression,
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Speak gently,
As fall the tiny leaves
From Shorea robusta's mighty frame;
Harsh words wound,
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When young we never feel the cold,
We tread where angels fear to tread;
Exhuberant promise each day holds.
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O wily one for many a year
In placid pools you lay,
Watching the world without a fear,
Your neighbours sport and play.
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They say you have no souls,
Are not immortal;
Into a million, thousand, million parts
I'll break my soul
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They are hammering in the nails,
Hammering finality into the mother's mind;
They are lowering it into the ground,
Lowering into hell the mother's soul;
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They are hammering in the nails,
Hammering finality into the mother's mind;
They are lowering it into the ground,
Lowering into hell the mother's soul;
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