Though It's Bitter The Elixir In My Village Thatched School Poem by nimal dunuhinga
Though It's Bitter The Elixir In My Village Thatched School
Before the Sun peeps in the morning
Transparent sky is gray like a woman's mourning.
I touched her warm tears gently along the grassy road
And it's really food for my crying bare feet.
Far away I walk towards the thatched school
And the Headmaster holds the cane as a sword
If somebody comes late.
Though it's painful the strikes I had, Yet my life has tempered like steel
And I must thank you Sir for the elixir you wake me up all the time in the drowsy life.
The imagery in this poem is outstanding. Also, your brave spirit and determination to soldier on in spite of the bitter lessons you have had to learn. I hope that you have some gentle memories of this thatched village school as well. As always, a privilege to read. Warmest regards, Sandra
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4/24/2024 5:32:03 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is superb Nimal - one of your finest poems. A bitter-sweet reminder of our need for 'home' and the yearning from those who seek refuge in places far away which is never far from the surface. 'Gray like woman's morning' and 'My crying bare feet' are particularly impressive and your notion of being 'tempered like steel' by the firm hand of your headmaster rings particularly true. Wonderful poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥