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Last Updated: 09/02/2008
Basanta Kar

"Security" tells the story of a 26 years old Dorla tribal woman now living in a relief camp in India. This poem is part of a larger collection of works by Basanta Kar, which humanize development work with the intimate stories of those most directly affected by poverty and violence.

With the dawn I awaken;

moving away from my clustered dungeon

a journey to my faith

my tattoos and totems

my hills and caves.


The breeze is my palanquin

the rays of the sun its bearers,

bamboo branches sway to greet

my hill god takes me away from the bombs and the bullets

up a serpentine hill track

a deep and lonely tunnel

I reach our sacred grove

mesmerized with divine mysticism;

a sudden lightning, and ill fated hot summer

fellow tribals attack to keep us hostage

o brothers when did we turn so alien.

agonizing this day and night.


The men and the women we stand up lined

our tormentors are alas our kin

brothers of a land, friends in the past

gathered together for massacre.

Author of two collection of poems; The Naïve Bird and The Silent Monsoon; Mr Basanta Kumar Kar hails from Orissa, India. Currently he holds a senior position in an international development organization. His poems have appeared in a number of international and national magazines and journals like Bewildering Stories, Smoking poet, Kritya, Tsar Books, BBC, NDTV, Mental Health Poetry, UN Solution Exchange, Human Touch, EndVAW/John Hopkins etc. Basanta's vision is well known in India and abroad and he has the reputation of working in social development sector for last 25 years in different national and international development organisation of repute. Mr Kar is writing his third collection of poems, The Unfold Pinnacle, written about the real life stories of women. These are verses for a cause and a pioneering initiative both for development literary world. Feedback-