Poetry

Tribal Songs

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

2 Comments

  1. High class!

  2. Fantastic