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Dream Vacation

In near future one day,
I hope to defeat scorching sunray.
Boarding a long route rail,
To Kerala, I’ll trail.
Imagining long long hours of journey,
I’ll think of moment’s turning.
Being in natural surroundings,
Amidst the tribal bondings.
I’ll ask about their wares,
Of their affairs, and of fears.
Of acculturation, dislocation, and displacement,
Leading them to self-forgetfulness still nature’s endearment.
Narayan’s ‘Kocharethi’ is a supple example,
Ganesh Devy’s ‘A Nomad Called Thief’ a preamble.
Hey, I’ll cheer them from high hills,
Educating them of parliamentary bills.
Their rights, fights and ensuing success,
That will lead them to progress.
May this dream be true,
I’ll fly to a tribal crew.

Picture design Anumita Roy

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Dr. Sona Agrawal
Dr. Sona Agrawal is currently posted in MSJ College, Bharatpur. Previously she taught at Central University of Rajasthan, Kishangarh. For her doctoral dissertation, she worked on tribal literature. Besides tribal literature, her areas of interest are Dalit literature, post-colonial writing, literary theories, and criticism. She has participated in several national and international conferences and has also published six scholarly research papers. She also writes poems and short stories both in Hindi and English.

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