(045) Aborigines Poem by premji premji
(045) Aborigines
Sometimes I wish:
I could have born
An Aborigine…
I envy the ‘Jerwas’ of
Andamans…
They have some
Strange dialect
Free from alphabet
They don’t have
To study in schools,
Read newspapers
No need to worry on
Spreading of AIDS
No need to worry on
Global warming up
No need to worry on
Nuclear winter
No need to worry on
Globalization
They are free from
The pranks of knowledge
None of them perished
During Tsunami,
For they knew the
Feelings of their Sea…
Alas! Modern science failed
To give at least a warning!
They face only the sublime reality,
That we all share in common
Before that scriptures are
Useless, can you guess what it is?
Hunger… which can easily
Transform you
An Aborigine!
30/05/08
'Hunger… which can easily Transform you An Aborigine! ' this concluding line is the soul of the poem, good insight premji...*10*
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 10:09:23 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Premji, this poem reminds me of the movie Australia i saw the other day. at the end it says- Austalia has given up all effort to assimilate the aborigines with the mainstream population. wise decision, althogh late. please see the movie. your poem is insightful- hunger can transform you.10++++ i know what it is to sleep on an empty stomach, and quench the hunger pangs with water, that's when i learnt how little we need to survive. tuned to their instincts, natives understand, what we so called educated cannot decipher. Mamta