To my dear uncle Prabahkaran,
I lost my parents, brothers and sisters.
Only I was survived
And I am eight years old female child.
My father is a Buddhist and mother Christian
And I am an innocent.
All my books and uniforms burnt
And I cannot go to school now.
I am not angry with you
If possible please adopt me,
Treat me as your child
And send me to a school.
I promise you one day I learn Tamil well
And solve your problem; “misunderstanding”
Not with guns uncle,
With my little knowledge I gained from your school.
Please don’t believe these Norwegian peace-broker uncles
They dream of our future Oil –Rigs?
A very sad poem, very profound with a deep yearning to be set free, well done, Love Duncan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The world needs more little girls like this one. I would be proud to be her uncle.