From Moving by Cattle Bones to Communing by i-phones

by I V RAMA RAJU
(PIPPARA, AP, INDIA)

(My hamlet PIPPALI-PURA to PIPPARA)

Once our hamlet formed under the shadows of PIPAL trees,(its original name PIPPALI-PURA was transformed to the present name-PIPPARA)
With English engineer tender tears made a pond by his own fees,
Our recent grandfathers cultivated the paddy with bullock carts,
Almost the main material wealth was the cattle and in their hearts,
Then English left us with the fuel moving machines,
Could carry generations’ rations and changed the fate of our genes.
The form of wealth changed from the lively cattle
to the lifeless currency notes;
Some decades; with more forming rules to maintain and still it floats,
Common men know ‘not’ who rules their fates?
All kings gone & the new ever born; but to their growth ever shut gates!
Growth means to fill one’s own mouth
With his hands, legs and brains ever fluttering and with pain?
Out of them the brain must drain
To get one and only ‘the money-rain’.
No doubt with bills not paid; opened freely the global gates
From his home’ side–soft windows by the Great Bill Gates,
Oh; any one in his tiny palms
Can hold the earth as if as a dam!
To the human river “Indeed a miracle
By the gigantic Google!”
Can anyone share the human world
And commune: Oh; proven ‘the word’ mightier than the sword!.
To reach there once upon a time
one might move and use the cattle's bones,
Now no more moving with all matters inter connected in i-phones,
But something is wrong, wrong and wrong
To our great-ever great shining global–song?
My once healthy hamlet; now a town with no shadow of any PIPAL tree;
No sound of any cattle; once in our family;
now somewhere in a zoo just to see,
With them once ‘we’ as kids used to play and move free.
Now at last doubting even my neighbor
If his mind may harbor
With my lad’s kidnapping plan;
Why unable to move with my same man?
Why have we ourselves imposed on each other this ridiculous ban?
What is this development from living lovely with animals-
To ‘not’ able to live with our very fellow beings as suspected criminals?
“Then ‘not’ required this ‘i-life’of images
with ever innovated i-phones or i-pots”
Better those naïve-lives gone-by with the cattle ‘not’ in cages and without any rotten thoughts.

I V RAMA RAJU, AUTHOR: A SPARK FROM THE SKY
PIPPARA- VILLAGE, AP, INDIA.

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