hot aahe majhe aarogy ugech ksheen
majhee avastha deenahoonhee deen
kite karita majha sada matsar va dwesh
majhe kaam mala thevil tumchyat shesh
karan mee sram karito avishrant vishesh
firat gaogaavi parapranti rajya pradesh
hey parameshwara majla de upyukt var
sakal jababdarya purn karanya paraspar
kadhee mala jadel tujhyavarati prem
kuthe milel mala vishranti tee aseem
aisi majhi eikavito dukhachi mast katha
asroo majhe kalavtil dainyachi gaatha
bhasha majali Marathi nase ho puneri
pan matrubhasha majhee sada soneri..!!
Slave Girl
by Victor Ehikioya
I have left the gong,
The drum...
And those sticks that strike
The dead log,
To my mates, who yet, tarry
At the square with amulets
Flung around their necks.
My soles ache from trekking,
And my waist, too weak to
Jerk,
To the erroneous sounds of
Tumid timber.
Mama sees not these things
For I too foretell the seer's
Prank.
The letters on the gate,
Scare my thought.
It seeks refuge from
Swollen speeches
Bamboos and knives--
Belligerent folks.
I am the lad with a
Tattooed tooth,
Woven on the left breast.
The child with a soneri
Made to nimble on bare feet
As the tambor swells with
Rage;
To somersault and swirl,
Like the Eagle, with
Unintended misfortunes.
But now, I see their faces,
Gaunt!
Blurred with hate,
A smug with no smile.
They sit and scorn
Mimicking my rhythm,
And the runes from my
Charcoal-gray Mother.
The tin gods bear my step
Witness,
And my sniveling, the fools
That clamp my feet to Metals.
I am the gray child,
The voice beneath the sea
The monster in the man.
These things they fear,
For now the mountain,
Has fallen in the lake.
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