Aren’t you afraid to sleep alone? One should sleep to dream

Akshaya is becoming a
Grown up girl,
Observing each event carefully
The other girl too is showing
Her love with all playfulness.
“Aren’t you afraid to sleep alone, Grandpa?
Come home for food in the evening
When will grandma come?”
And so on are only the
Few questions she could ask
With all her
While keeping many
Closer to her heart.
With my shoulder pain,
And troubled state of mind,
Many a time,
I am not able to engage her
In a manner, I would like to do
A great deal of tiredness is
Ruling over my mind and body
With all pain on right shoulder
I don’t know why
I write all these lines?
For whom? For my own release?
For my grand children in their
Old age! Or for the outside
World audience…
Honestly I don’t know?
Can’t I show a fraction of?
This kind of labor for
My grand children
Spend time with them, engage them
Play, joke, sing and dance with them
This is what Prof.Thangappa
Has done
A great Tamil scholar whom I admire
A professor who is proficient in English too

Morning walk is still irregular.
I must not lose my hopes.
Have not Lankan Tamils, at least
Still a sizable number
Survived to face further humiliations
Living amidst dead bodies,
Deprived of all basic necessities
They still live, with all their
Hopes desires, dreams, and
Of course anger.
They can lose everything in life,
Except this righteous anger,
At a distant future,
This sensible and responsible
Anger will deliver the goods
A benevolent God will not emerge
To guarantee their Homeland
Dreamland,
At least in their dreams
But to dream, one should sleep.