The hands that dream
Give dream to the bamboo
Beautiful dreams
Boat
Flowers `
Elephants, horses and camels
Sun, moon and stars
Table pen and inkpot
Made of bamboo…
I prune the same bamboo
To make spear
Bright sparkling spears of bamboo
In the hands
that wash the tea cups
In the hands
that count the tired horses
In the hands
of those who carry
the container of shit on head
In the dark hands
of untouchables
Those spears of bamboo
will shine
against
the thirty three crore Gods..
From ‘Maanind’
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