The Place Poem by MAGHU BHUMIJ

The place from where we were brought forcefully,

They intended us to use as an object.

I and we the ignorant came with their black men.

The mystic place we have no sense of our own.

We were cut down from our roots by the black men,

The place always calls us to serve but we are in the distant place.

We cannot even imagine of returning, where to return?

The history, the place is the witness of our injustice,

I and we came the way they brought us,

They played with our instruments and made us instruments.

The place where we came have no sense of our own,

They dragged us to work and to work till the breathlessness.

I and we the ignorant came with the black men.

We called the servent of nature but we became servent.

Came so distant that we cannot even imagine to go back,

I named by my father later i became nameless.

I am in the home which is not mine nor even my father's home.

My father couldn't write but i couldn't express his experiences,

They did to us in the ancient times now they cannot accept us.

I and we the ignorant came with the black men.

Our ancestors have a peaceful life with their own self,

We are neither acceptable nor lovable among them,

I and we the ignorant came with the black men.