On a hut in the Sunderbans

 

 

Engaging with Eco-humanistic themes

 

A lonely hut in the forested Sundarbans

Along the delta of the Hooghly - Runs

Aside a mangrove tree vast

An evergreen Santhali girl lost

 

Besides the otter by the brackish river

Bestowed with a couple of arrows in the quiver

Buoyed by her ancestor spirit motherly

Betraying a sense of balance clearly

 

Catching a scaled salmon a tad late

Curtailing the bark lit fire - She ate

Condiments of herbs and fish roasted

Conscious like a Bengali tiger contested

 

Dance of the storks she watches

Duly - her spirit too indulges

Decocted brews she smells afar

Duly, her self goes to the hut ajar

 

Earthly debts we all owe

Earthly seeds do we sow

Earthly dance does she so

Earthly bounds crossed on the go

 

For she owns we and ours

Forever more, beyond our powers