Naa Takia

I walk
I talk
I possess an image
That image
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I landed down
I dropped down to
My native soil
A tradition met
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Horrifying sounds of beating drums
Terrifying tunes of dirges
Fear-provoking songs of elegy
Wails of mothers; screams of children
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I have no friend dear diary
You remain my only companion
Tales of my tragedy, you carefully conceal
A most loyal comrade, heed these words
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Fusty bread, larva infested water
Threadbare clothes, I dreaded morning
For it spells rumbling of my Pot
With no antidote to reverse that body butchery virus
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I had joined them, those in uniform
Chanting the alphabets in key notes
Full of excitement to learn something new
Away from the fire that burnt my skin
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Shriek of pain
A famous terror
Paralyzing oneself
The fear of three
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A flash of life
The new summer
The fresh of spring
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It's been 22years now; and I look upon those hills
The twin hills; that stand facing each other
The great towers that rise in full distinct of each other
The great book says I was born a sinner; man says I was born a saint
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As the clouds pave way for the most beautiful stars
The glorious sun steps aside revealing the gaseous moon with all smiles
This is when my City rises…
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