Native Links
It’s like green epidemic
Green turf, green ideas
Flowing like a rivulet
Murmuring a green song of hope.
Big Sal trees live with history
In the roots.
Red soil allure ideas
Tourists break out in numbers
All small lanes lead to a forest
Green reservoir of words.
The pitch dark sky smiles through the gates
Of leaves, wondering shadows
Ragged, rickety, forlorn
Arrows fixed up
Invasion from my city burden.
Pure Dulung is not muddy
No metro lines
Where lives are divided, between lives.
Let the moon stay for the rest of the night
Let me now love.
My molested soft senses in a city
Living in debris
One night hotels
Far away from the forest queen—Jhargram.
My friends play games,
I make love with the green