A Returnee From A Concentration Camp - Poem by nimal dunuhinga
I hide my striped uniform as a keepsake
And I talk a little as they snatched my voice.
I came to my village and it's almost changed.
Soon after I crossed the singing river with the old ferryman
I found that she's gone to the town
And a rumor goes around from there she stood on a step of a railroad car,
Then took her somewhere.
Before this concludes I want to add something; They live together happily
And that's my only wish.
Another dramatic change Occurred,
Eager and I were married, her youngest dumb sister on an equinox.
In our honeymoon night I watched the sad expression of her gloomy eyes
after seeing the burnt scars on my back.
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