A solitary hamlet
On a solitary landscape,
Away from too much human haunt and habitation.
Archetypal, ethnic, racial, primitive and aboriginal,
Stands it thereon
Under the peepul tree, the banyan tree.
Dark and poor, backward and undeveloped, it tells
The tales of human hunger, poverty, scarcity and want,
A hard life it is difficult to pass indeed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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