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Joy Parker
The Fruitful Fields of Maharashtra
The Fruitful Fields of Maharashtra
by Robert Leach
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Where have all the riches gone?
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...From the work of the woman
Seated Buddha - like amid
Sprawls of purple onions,
Sorting, sorting?
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...From the sweating farmhand
His swift hoe lopping and slashing
At dusty outshoots
Of burgeoning sugar cane?
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...From the mother and daughters
Herding scrawny recalcitrant billy goats
Over earth's dry crust
Towards possible pastures?
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Does the drongo on the telephone wire know
Who works and who hurts?
Does the gliding, soaring, floating kite know
Who gets whose deserts?
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