Poetry at Sangam
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The dream to save the mountain has been stashed
in his eyes like any other comrade
ever since he returned from jail, he was quite grave
neither the jungle, brook, Damanapanga hamlet
seemed pleasant to him nor wife and children.
To extinguish the flame of sacrificing life for the
mountain, the police had tricked thousand times in jail,
be our man, hand over the list of names of your men
or else, we’ll be pummeling this way dragging you
and framing you under false murder cases.
Eventually, the police left him at the foot of the mountain
since then Drika Kadraka was depressed
when a shadow of the cloud would swim over the
mountain, when the duff was played in
the neighbouring village, he’d be panic-stricken
he felt as though the police would come and take him
to grill; he’d hide the mountain and the names
of his comrades in the innermost ventricle of his heart.
One day, his body was found dangling on a tree, yet the
mountain and the names were safe inside his heart.
Drika had closed his eyes with utmost peace
whoever has seen the jail-returned Drika would say
it’s not a suicide but a well-planned murder.
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