A Middle aged man surrounds by people
A Writer under a Tree
An old British building stands in kept silent
For long, even though the English departed,
The Colonial authority stood in stone silence of
Resemblance on red constructions
It’s known to subjects well and good,
Tahalisdar Jamana, Zilla Collector Darbhar, remained a token of
Any documentation appliances...
Applications of cast, Income, Residential
Birth and Death; certificates for authentication by Tahasildar
Academic year beginning needier of such things
Rushed to Mandal Office premises,
Students, of various admissions, peasants, and civilians waited
Fill in applications, Here a man was born under a tree.
He who, along with big shopper full of papers,
Renders his skill of writing with old fashioned ink pen,
Papers turned on continuously his old cursive writing
Partially legible to viewers and remain not.
His pen dances like a peacock on surface of paper
Ends with profound beautiful handwriting in pride- After he did,
Semi educated man appeared at elegant look of proud
At the point, struck by his big size spectacles on slope
Of oily nose. Upper middle aged man paving on torn
Country mat adjusting his thin body for some time, he resumed
Writing again…. Uneducated poor attend his open air house
A woman carrying a babe, “ Yanno, Nannu pampiyavem?” –
(Brother, Have not you sent me away yet?)
Old peasants with sigh sitting next to him,
For filling in applications…
Trees are natural tents, cool shading in hot summer with
Heat air dominated his sweating body. Fill in applications is
Turned a redundant profession for someone,
Writing fills his appetite stomach and his children
Fate curves Life – Illiteracy can give work for someone like
Writer under a tree premise of British Jamanas in India since the English left for England.
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