Andaman islands a place of natural beauty,
Where diverse forests do grow unfettered,
There grave silence echo uncommon rarity,
Place of peace far from the madding crowd.
Purer air,serene water beat all pollution,
In south Andamans native tribe Jarawas live,
Subjected to inhuman torture and suppression,
Forced to dance naked for tourists believe.
O!Jarawa women for food half-naked do dance,
The agents the worst criminals of the decade,
Eke out a hard living from the tourist's finance,
Let us against the operators raise a barricade.
Even the little Jarawa-Daffodils dance for foods
Ugly tunes that echo from the Andaman Woods.
Yesupatham Savarimuthu
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