Rain! Rain! Come again - 2

Cloud dark and heavy
Pours showers —
Resurgence.

(Written: 1999-2009)

Farmers’ art is in the domain of reality unlike painting, photography, words etc that create “virtual reality”. Farmers work on a canvas of a piece of land – small or big – with colours (!) of Elements from Nature: Prithvi, Apa, Tej, Vayu and Aakash (Earth, Water, Energy (Heat and Light), Air and Space); though consciously but never verbose about it.

Farmers are conversant with every nook and corner of their farms, and health of their plants.

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Rain! Rain! Come again -1

Rain! Rain! Come again -1: Farmers' agony and ecstasy

Cloud is full
Dark and heavy
Drifting on —
Condemned land.

(Written: 1999-2000)

Very few may believe that farmers are artists; many don't even know.
Among all occupations, professions and vocations, farmers' vocation works at very high risks.
Their living is caught up in the cycles of agony and ecstasy throughout their life.

Remigius de Souza

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MY WORK MY CULTURE

MY WORK MY CULTURE

In breathing, eating
I am not present
In shitting, pissing
I pollute the Present.
In wealth and waste
I increase my work.

Mumbai [12-07-2003]





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With monsoon comes

With monsoon comes

With monsoon comes a peacock’s call.
With first showers comes the fragrance of earth.
With first showers comes hope and longing
for home which is far away in distant hills
where westerly cool soft as peacock’s feather
touch breeze that brings comfort.
It’s time for resurrection.



Mumbai [01-06-2000]

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The Sons of the Earth

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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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