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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=568006" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Otherwise Why Should You Be Human</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A group of mud-smeared dark boys</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their loin-clothes raised above their knees<br>Excitedly catching fish, as they plunge into the water<br>Beside the ankle-high ridge in the middle of the pool.<br>Over on the other side<br>Their loin-cloth pouches fill with little jiyal<br>Their hollow hampers full already <br>Draining away water from one side of the pool<br>Into the other half<br>So they can grab the fish with bare hands.<br>Before the rains<br>The earth dry and parched<br>The naked backs of the boys burning in the sun<br>Like the outside of earthen pots darkened<br>In the smoke of burning sawdust<br>While they desperately pat themselves on the back<br>With wet mud to bring down the summer heat<br>Trying hard --<br>And later<br>Would come the inevitable rolling in the soft slime<br>For this was not the time to use the usual<br>Net-baskets of bamboo.<br>It's time now <br>Simply to run over the lowly varieties of fish<br>And seize them<br>And gulp the fish down, fried.<br>Even if no cooking oil is there.<br>And if one is lucky to catch any shol<br>Then, to roast this fish and take these<br>with a bowl of watered rice-<br>Enough if there is a little salt to go with it.<br>In the first rains<br>As mudskippers wriggle up with whirring noises<br>And streams rush down from high hillocks<br>To fill the pools, now clear and pellucid-<br>Delighted, the small fish rise<br>Erect with their barbed bodies<br>Becoming difficult to get a hold on them.<br>And bristles?<br>Yes, there are.<br>As there are ways and ways<br>Or else life can't go on.<br>It is the same everywhere in the world<br>It has to be caught the right way.<br>Otherwise it slips through your hands<br>And isn't there your loss or gain in this?<br>But, let things be as they are.<br>In the eyes of that man behind<br>One has to reach out for some such example<br>Of success, struggle or fear-<br>Otherwise why should you be human?<br>You could have been a shy mimosa creeper!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[Translated by Jayanta Mahapatra]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Shakti+Chattopadhay">Shakti Chattopadhay</a><div class=q>
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Their loin-clothes raised above their knees
Excitedly catching fish, as they plunge into the water
Beside the ankle-high ridge in the middle of the pool.
Over on the other side
Their loin-cloth pouches fill with l..."></div>
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