Sometimes I wish: <br />I could have born <br />An Aborigine… <br />I envy the ‘Jerwas’ of <br />Andamans… <br /> <br />They have some <br />Strange dialect <br />Free from alphabet <br />They don’t have <br />To study in schools, <br />Read newspapers <br />No need to worry on <br />Spreading of AIDS <br />No need to worry on <br />Global warming up <br />No need to worry on <br />Nuclear winter <br />No need to worry on <br />Globalization <br />They are free from <br />The pranks of knowledge <br /> <br />None of them perished <br />During Tsunami, <br />For they knew the <br />Feelings of their Sea… <br />Alas! Modern science failed <br />To give at least a warning! <br /> <br />They face only the sublime reality, <br />That we all share in common <br />Before that scriptures are <br />Useless, can you guess what it is? <br />Hunger… which can easily <br />Transform you <br />An Aborigine! <br /> <br /> <br />30/05/08<br /><br />premji premji<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/045-aborigines/
