Excerpt: The River of Blood and Dreams
From Kanchenjunga's peaks to archives, the Lepcha homeland unfolds. Poems search for…
Read more →From sweat to sky, all human suffering and love are one.
The things you always said
Seemed different
The thoughts that crossed your mind
Seemed scattered
But
The place where we stand now
All is one here
Like water
Like air
And
Like the radiant sun
The green wilderness
The limitless sky
They are all
One and the same.
In these parts
The odour of sweat
The taste of tears
Are all the same
And that’s not all
The colour of blood
The mind
The heart
Is enough for love to thrive.
The jaat you carried
The religion you sought
The nationality you lived out
The wealth you witnessed
The power you enjoyed
The party you voted for
Do not divide
All is one here
For
Does despair have a jaat?
Suffering, a religion?
Weariness, a nation?
What is the worth of death?
The colour of want?
The taste of hunger?
And
Which party should the poor launch?
So
For us
All is one here
All is the same
One and the same.