Tapera Makadho Poems
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A Life To Remember
I remember the old days
When hunger cleaved clean
The entrails within,
Summer could pass without counting
Raindrops but tears on my unscathed face
Though unwilling, I became a man inside.
I learnt how to plough, yoke oxen at seven
A boy became a truculent man, grumpy and uneven.
Throughout the cruel days of cries and whispers
I don't remember dropping a molecule of whimpers
I was taught to be deaf and dumb to pain
Now defiant, sympathy is just a word in vain.
Harsh were the days I journeyed
Neither a sleep nor mirth have I enjoyed. ...
Your fauna, your flora, i yearn
In summer, winter or autumn
Yet your deep ravines, vast landscapes
Dwells serpents of the west
That suck from your veins
And reap what they sow not.