Pradip Chattopadhyay

(28.01.1961 / Kolkata)

A Civilized Onslaught


The dark wood resists the light of progress
Lives there for thousands years an introvert race
Here they are born here lie their sepulcher
A few withdrawn people with a fossil culture!
Needs they have little, a little bit of food
All that they want they get in the wood
What lies beyond they don’t need to find
These folks of a tribe with plain thinking mind!

Those civilized outside thought it otherwise
The poor tribe suffers is what they surmise
‘Rare as they are they are really prized
Let’s groom them to become civilized’!
So long happily away from a farce called mainstream
This intrusion broke them, shattered their dream
Why turn them out and not be left alone?
The question is unresolved the battle goes on!

Submitted: Friday, June 03, 2011
Edited: Friday, June 03, 2011

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  • Lynne Fincherspringarden (9/11/2013 2:50:00 PM)

    I love this poem. Beautifully written. Civilization is sometimes a ruse. It claims to know best and have all wisdom but sometimes proves to be a futile repeat of past mistakes. Perhaps modern civilization should take a moment to examine ancient ways to understand how a successful existence has evolved within them. Instead of forging head long into a project of clear cutting forests and displacing the forest dwellers within them. (Report) Reply

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