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New Highway

To the distant swamps,
Boors are driven,
Like stray dogs,
By the lathies and gun.

The shrieking mother
With her wingless child,
Who panted leaning on her shoulder:
Still an ember in the mind.

Grand mango tree dear,
An umbrella of the churls
In sweltering summer,
And a cradle of swinging boys,
Seen in silence pleading,
But sense free axe not the tree spared.
In the hearth and heart it burning,
Fire- wood turned.

Under the highway, buried the fields,
Where once plays and dances staged,
After the reap of golden awns,
At a night the moon fully bloomed.

The foot of bridge built for the road
Trod the tender river,
And like a fish arrow thrusted,
It in throe did welter.

New highway devoured the pond,
Where once yellow frogs,
From holes on the sand,
Bounced in to the concert in shrill notes,
As began the season of rain.
The chirping birds lost their nests,
Left the village in pain,
Keeping heavenly days under the wings.

When that way you rush,
In Ford, Benz or Qualis,
And see the souls in hush,
Wandering the way sides,
Stop the car at first sight,
To tell soothing words,
For the highway is built
Over their blood and dreams.

poem by Fabiyas M V
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