Tapera Makadho Poems

I remember the old days
When hunger cleaved clean
The entrails within,
Summer could pass without counting
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Lend me your pen
Mighty and indelible is its ink
Mysterious, how it gives voice
To a dumb and blank page
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Where light encounters wall
And fails to penetrate
I am the shadow
I bespeak of the light behind the wall
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The stage was set
By the podium they packed
Waiting for the speech
That I would speak
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They built them
Barbed wire beds to sleep on
And raised stone-pillar pillows,
They cuddled and kissed in the meadows
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I dread to tread Montgomery street
Broken are the soles of my moccasins
I dread the shrapnel and the shards of time
Now scattered upon my once beloved
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They waft and burn
Spreading wings by night
And by day disappear
Like flickering dreams
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I have seen doors of steel
Doors you dare not knock
Doors that hurt the knocking knuckle
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Let it rain ashore
At sea though deluged
They are retreating from land
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There is no more ink
In my fountain pen
Left only is the stink
Of its blots.
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