Tapera Makadho Poems
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. ...
The Stage Was Set
The stage was set
By the podium they packed
Waiting for the speech
That I would speak
Yet I had lost my notes
Then I was bolting to run
For I was incompetent and incoherent
Mistaken for beggars or thieves