Of the fools, by the fools, for the fools.
A democracy of the illiterates and the foolish,
The lathimen and pahalwans,
The musclemen.
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In the waste land
I with my skeletoned beloved,Bony, frail and feeble,Going to make a home,In a worldRaked by acid rain, climate changeAnd atomic summer.God, save us,God, O God!
Franklin Delano Roosevelt,
Gave solidarity, stability to the nationWhen in trouble,Bailing out of the crisis.
What is in post-colonialism?
Why did they colonize?Who the colonizers?
A Guyanese poet
SingingIn the cane fields,An indentured labourerOn a British shipSailing farWith no hope forThe return journeyTo be back home,A coolie in an alien land.
Bhai Phonta,
Bhai ke liyeAur wah pyar joBahut hi amulya.Bhai PhontaKe din peDhadakta haiEk bahan ka hridayApni bahan kaApnei bhai ke liye.Bhai Phonta,A sister’s loveFor the brotherAnd that love isSo much priceless.On the day ofBhai Phonta,Beats it the heartOf the sisterFor her brother.
Sing,
I shall hearAnd go away.In your bihugeet,Lies it the song of Assam,The people Assamese,The traditionsAustro-Asiatic, Indo-Burmese and Indo-Aryan.From far off lands,Have I come to see and hearYour Bihugeets,To see you worshipping,Dancing and celebratingWith a joy and spirit of own.The folk dances, the folk songs specific,The field with harvestOr the dawn of the new year eveAs…