The Sons of the Earth


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)

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