A Banyan Man
Written by Shikdar Mohammed Kibriah
Knotty equation of racing time all around
Busier everyone with a symbolic gesture
Of self sensitive interest.
Only me kept unbar all of my rusty windows
To be touched with paddy sweetened wind
Will the peasantry have to go for a waiver
Of loan again?
Burning their crops the inevitable salt
Of the existence
Produced in a chemistry of their sweat and
Here is a paddy-burnt yard in my existence,
Sultry midday and the funeral of farming!
The big banyan tree standing in wilderness,
Hanged roots of reminiscence;
I’m its reality and it’s my appearance.
Is it a turn of returning but any harvest
Of a dreamy peasant walking aloof
Through the boundary of the farmland!
But speechless I know how much mixed
You are with paddy scent, how obedient
To your boss and dominate all autumns
With your unregistered landlord hand.
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