O!! JARAWA

Your land we pass,

Your land we tread,

So natural, so pure,

Yet, we make it impure.

As I pass by, I pity you,

How pathetic, difficult,

Seems your life,

Wondering, searching for means to survive.

 You look up to me in hope,

But in despair,

Your expectations unfulfilled,

You know not your future.

 Secure or not you know not,

It doesn’t bother or matter you,

Yet, as I see you travelling by

I feel for you, in pity.

 Why can't we give you a decent life, to live well?

As tribe of the land, sons and daughter of the soil,

You deserve a better life,

With amenities to survive.

 Crores of welfare funds meant for you,

Goes unutilized or digested somewhere.

O wondering people!!

We encroach your frontier,

We finish up your habitat and food chain

Leaving you no where to go.

Thus, you beg, do barter of goods

Steal up in despair, in need

I pen up these thoughts,

In hope, that Government or NGO group,

Heed it, listening to their inner conscience,

Act out in welfare of them,

Think up to a destiny,

Do something for our people of the land.