Vaharu Sonawane
I The Lush Green Jungle
In the lush green
jungle
Those tattered
huts
Like scattered
teak leaves.
In that wild wood,
wild people
Eating roots and
bulbs
But…
No bulbs. No
roots.
All vanished long
before
Into the hollow
stomach
Of a fearsome
hunger.
In the green
jungle
Naked children
Playing games
Of primitive
communism
And slavery
In the mud before
their huts.
Translated by Priya Adarkar
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