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Mainstream, VOL LVIII No 6, New Delhi, January 25, 2020 - Republic Day Special


Monday 27 January 2020, by Badri Raina

A tough old race of ancient men,

Kin to the dynasaur,

Now return to recharge the earth

With ablutions of gore.

Not a tree that does not bend

To the whisper of their tread;

Not a bird of free discourse

Who is not full of dread.

What were cities and high-rises

Are lethal caves and grottos;

I see mammoths stomp the streets

Where used to be autos.

Monkeys with monster tails

Are sentinels to nations;

Creatures with elephant heads

Preside over deliberations.

For long did mere humanity

Enfeeble the earth;

Sapiens seem once again

To recoup a primitive birth.

What pride that this revolution

Should boldly portend

From a hallowed territory

Of no beginning, no end.

                     Badri Raina

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