Dancing barefoot,
The tribals of Odisha
Sing their woes away,
These songs rise,
Turn into clouds of woes
To return as teardrops
On their own faces,
Parched to the bones.
The gorging rivers of tears
Flow through the deep
And narrow valleys
To hit the coastal plains
As floods of fury
Which wash away
The unripe crops of rice
Into the unrepenting sea.
~Debasis Tripathy
Bangalore, India
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