J T Jayasingh
Second Coming - Poem by J T Jayasingh
There is news of battles
Fought in the neighboring states,
Nations rise against nations,
Still there are marriages,
Hilarious visits of tourists
In the red deserts
And the turbulent shores;
In a lovely family of four
Father hasn’t returned home,
Son was grabbed in front
Of mother’s questioning eyes,
A whole family left
A giggling red child to live!
Is it the second coming?
The trails of much awaited Lord?
Were they lifted for eternal bliss?
And these are left for lasting doom?
Then why there are measures half done,
If it is the Lords Day?
“Home is a place when you have to
Go there, they have to take you in”*
My kins of Sri Lanka
Where will you go?
*(from Robert Frost’s poem)
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