Come back home
Come back home
I hear the double headed drum
Whose pics regulated to
Music the tone and prosody
Of human speech
Make your feet come back home
Make your leg come back home
The way you left
Come back home
Out of the blizzard and squalls
Of a futile tour
I see panting dog
In a cloth of blood
Struggling in distress to survive
I perceive the bata vocalizing
Plant your feet and your legs
Below in the village you belong to
Come back home
Lost wandering In the wilderness
In fear of a phrase at a gun point
Jackbooted to the strangers desire
Forced to dance to the tone
Of the diminuendo
Come back home
Bata is the permission to
The talking drug which
Cannot be unvoiced as
Ayangalu can not be detached
From the drum
Come back home
To your mother's tent
And rejoice
For a greater alleviation
Of dis comfort.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I hear the double headed drum and this is very thought provoking sharing.10