What Once Was Ours - Poem by Kikila Bhutia
Silken wild and
Few houses isolated
Here and there in the steep and slope.
There then it says
Things in plenty
Light never fade
T'was how this Virgin land had.
Time did pass
Like in that hourglass
And the rivers were raped
And forest were tamed
The tigers disappeared
Never to be seen again
And so the cash crop declined.
Plenty is there
Still to feed
Plenty will be exported time and again
Though we sing 'organic organic'
If the roads do close then no food will cook
And every body knows
Hope still lives deep within each Sikkimese
But I know that words is simply words
Then at last just like gazing in the sky
Clouds burst by
And scattered all over in drop
I stood here to conquers the worlds
But simply stooping in the faces pass by! ! !
Kikeyla Doma KaleonPa
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