The jaded heart

                                             


The Santhals, Mundas ,Gonds and Hos,

Their numerous other brethren, families knitted so close,

Distinct in their languages,culture and belief,

Colourful, diverse, like the autumn leaves,

We are all Human beings,

made of red blood and 206 bones,

Do we get to look down upon each other based on skin tones?

Or what we do for a living? or where we live?

In this hypocritical world is there no place for tribes?

Cant we leave them at peace to lead their simple lives?

Well they don`t use facebook, whatsapp and twitter,

Maybe that`s why their voices are unheard, isn`t that just bitter?

Inequality, unemployment, poverty and indebtedness,

they wage a crusade in the dark alley of loneliness,

We cannot infiltrate their abode or forcibly change them,

Nor can we wear a sly smile and heartlessly betray them,

Change is constant,let them upgrade on their own,

Don`t grab their lands and revel in their lamenting moans,

Let the Todas, Apatanis, Mishmis and Baigas be as they are,

Let them rejoice and live their lives, so long and so far! 

Jarawa kid , Andaman Islands

Apatani woman , Arunachal pradesh