An acute fear surges now a days,
Whenever I spread my eyes
Towards the sky.
Scattered are the pathways,
One of them belongs to sun,
Another of Moon,
Rests are owned by planetary looms.
My father knows the language of bird,
My monther nestles in the nest being a dove.
Taking admission in a blind's primary,
Have been learning in medium of
As I never wish to fly.
A primary school of a remote village. Ten students
abstain from having their mid day meal.
The cooks come from Mahato, Murmu, or Hansda households
Rabin Soren managed a a job somewhere in the city
I hear them snide, 'Bless reservations, he's hollow inside..."
Days pass, nights pass, dawns culminate to twilight...
Dear Ambedkar, I've read about you in the text books
Would you care to visit our village for once?
Abhimanyu Mahato is a journalist, born in 16th October, 1983 in a undeveloped village of Purulia District in West Bengal, India. His father is a farmer and cultivation is his main source of earning. In his family, he is the first literate person and first Graduate from his village. He received the “Yuba Sahitya Akademi” award in 2014. He is also a Chhau dancer (Traditional Folk). His books in Bengali include Aola barosha dhoni, Mati, Amar nam jongolmohol, Langol, Shuncho? and Khilipan. He has also published one collection of poetry in Kurmali language titled Johar.