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 The Native Taking To Hedia & Pocche By The Raw Roadside In The Santhal Parganas
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.
Sunday, August 3, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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