Baby! Don't Go To The Forest Poem by Sasanka Sekhar Panda

I told you baby
don't go to the jungle
they will rape you and kill you
I told you son
they will make your body pieces
and throw scattered.

We live like this for ages
they call it the native way
they call us Aborigins
they do researches on us
in big universities.
They visit us in winter
pretend to stay with us
more than kith and kins
eat our pet chickens roasted
give a peg of whisky
to our village chief
alluring him to agree
to their evil desires.

Don't disturb our Mother Mountain
there live our gods and
also our ancestors souls, the Duma*
for heaven shake leave us alone
you weirdos! in our native way.
Don't disturb our god's abode
by your vile presence
please go away! go away! ! go away! ! !

*Duma: Duma is the terminology used for the ancestor's soul
of the tribals