Red dust

The mountains bled every time in the throats, for lucre stashed below lungis tucked at waists ,our faces ugly in dusty greed.Money would turn their blood to fine dust layering our roads.

Our trucks left their tire treads in fine dust layers on the roads all the way to green sea, where ships went blue in containers for yellow men of other shore.

The red dust covered the trees and roads and walking people all the way to an invisible sky.Our earth is now a red planet at the other shore of our space.

(Large scale iron ore mining for export has left our mountains totally devastated in parts of South India)

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