Orissa

a poem by Richard Fernandes

I journey through a barren land
Where thorns adorn empty sand
Where there is not a drop to drink
No time to even stand and think

A bony carcass well fed with time
The echo of a nursery rhyme
The stench of blood and smell of death
The crying millions and their wreaths

What was once a land of promise
Now the domain of Hades
Oh Nature…
Will my Orissa recover?