--------------------------------------------------------------------------------Passionate ashes of dead volcanoes
dipped in land the essence
of Mohua flowers shakes the covers
of the sons of the Earth
Burning woods in the moonlit warmth;
Evening star rising echoes of the distant
drumbeats in the aching pits.
‘Where are you going
O, sons of the Earth?’
Baroda (Feb 1970)
© Remigius de Souza., All rights reserves.
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