by Tilottama Chatterjee
The giver was a miner
The taker didn’t speak
The neighbour was amused.
The traveller didn’t see
The settler lived in tinder boxes
The farmer irrigated their lands.
The one who touched me was a sinner
The one who crossed my heart was inert
The one who worshipped me keeps status quo.
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Tilottama Chatterjee
Last updated July 03, 2015