Tagged: Field experience

A tale of the tusked-giant and fierce villagers!

They must have heard that munching,
So they came out of their hamlets…
The thuds and the embossed fields…
And a giant was there, to raid…

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With their tiny bullets,
They tried all of the alarms,
To alert this giant,
And to scare his unwanted charms…

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They climbed that thorny tree
Their rags, all torn-out!
They yelled at the top of their voice
This giant seemed ignorant to their shout!

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They ran towards him,
Yes, hundreds of them!
Magnificent, this giant was…
And he won’t deny his fame!

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He raided their crops…
And they want the pay!
Yon, at the edge of every jungle,
This is a story of the usual day…

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[ This poem popped up at around 11:10 am [on 14th March, 2013]  during our venture to track the crop-raiding makhna and the villagers who were chasing it out of their fields, Kalesar, N. Begur Range, Bandipur National Park]

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