He is an aboriginie, <br />Listening to the the music <br />Of the forest, of twittering <br />Birds, houling monkeys, <br />Hum of the bees, roars <br />Of lions and tigers, living <br />Out of fruits, leaves, flesh <br />Of animals he caught <br />With care, never to reduce <br />The produce of the forest, <br />Lest he go hungry. <br /> <br />Living in a shack of wood <br />And grass, with animals <br />Roaming near his neighbourhood, <br />Never harming them, <br />His children playing with them, <br />And the snakes, he lived <br />With his folks drumming <br />Dancing, singing all day, <br />Mounning the death <br />Of dear ones and celebrating <br />The arrival of new ones. <br /> <br />He was foreign to fight, <br />Jealousies and threats, listening <br />To his headman and priest, <br />Living a life of tranquility. <br /> <br />Ravikiran Arakkal<br /><br />RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aboriginie/
