Landlords. - Poem by sisirachandra vaduge
Who’s the owner of this land?
Extent boundaries and cropping tasks estimated,
Who do you think turning this hard soil into fertile?
Consuming grass, the energizing fuel naturally grown in no other land
Engineering, excavation, irrigation and technology of cultivation
No bothering for materials, machines and manning powers other than;
The poor farmer’s struggle for living, bush grasses and fresh water fountations
Bio-diversity and its affection, soil and soul are we ever loving
Destroying lovely vegetation, bird’s nests, lives of wild bores, rabbits, iguanas and other creatures
Drying ponds, streams and ground water schemes
Extinction of herbs; mass and micro organisms
Burning the maiden forests to satisfy the barbaric feelings
But we are always happy with grey water and fresh muddy brown plaster
Dipped in relaxed, tasting mouthfuls of paddy straws and grass leftovers in their paddy fields and other
We need to lead this simple and sacred life forever
To sacrifice and teach how to conserve nature
We dare say! Not you only the owner but we are also the creator and the conservator;
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Plot: Relaxed, grazing buffalos of aftermath harvesting paddy fields at Muthiyangana Buddhist Temple Courtyards in Hingurugama, Badulla Srilanka.17th November 2007 2.00 P.M. Authentic Picture may attach later.
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