The Mobile People
I’m not talking of people
Who are not talking among themselves
While walking in pair
Or
I’m not talking of people
Who are not talking among themselves
While staying together
But
I’m thinking of the dangers
This engulfs the communities
In a different form of epidemic
May I call it an e. epidemic?
This will alienates the human species
Not only from the environment
But also from themselves too
But here
I’m talking of a different kind
A different kind of mobile people
As a Thamil in Sri Lanka
With a readily packed hand baggage
I had the experience of mobile life
Because of Army
Because of differently barking dogs
Because of unidentified gunmen
Because of rumors
Because of dreams
As a Thamil in Sri Lanka
With a readily packed hand baggage
I had the experience of mobile life
But this is entirely a different story
There are no differently barking dogs
Even though haunted by dreams and rumors
But this is entirely a different story
Like a darkness moves in the night
Without making signals of warning
Dogs are vanishing from the scenes
Oh! What a great tragedy!
The experienced mobile people
Are in turmoil now
Not because of the helplessness
In the hands of nature
But because of the restlessness
In the hands of neo invaders
Who came with their own prescriptions
And pills to relief us
And with differently designed
Dissection tool kit and microscope
And surely with pots of gold
In order to reconstruct us again
According to them in this neo global order
S.Jeyasankar
08.08.2005
