Village Sky To Cling Onto Poem by Upendra Majhi

my mother and I
collect here the wild weeds,
for fuelwood,
my brother assists me,
speedwind pulls the load off my head,
what happened to other moments,
this much only I remember
of my past life,
the cemetry, the hotwind,
the pits whose mud dead sould love to play with,
the red flower tree at the cemetery end,
that dead souls wear at night,
the ecstasy of food,
where are my other moments,
of a long life,
my village is not far off,
on whose sky I can cling onto,
for succour and sustenance,
in summer, winter, and rain.