Oh! An unmerciful God,
You were so cruel enough to deny
Even minimal time to pray and cry
For your divine intervention to
Save your own ardent discipline
But my Lord, I shall not
Forget your benevolence,
Your hard hearted grace,
In bringing my parents I love
To cry with arms around me
At that time on that fateful day
Thank you Lord! Thank you.
Like dhobis dipping the clothes
In water and then beating them
On the stone in the river bed,
Rhythemacially, continually, and forcefully
I have been beaten now,
But never will be torn by much needed welcome tears;
Shattered, beyond repair, through,
I ‘ll survive more defiantly,
Not yielding to depression and despair.
Goats are not like clothes,
Can they be dipped into water,
Beaten on the stone and
Thrown on the bank dry?
Certainly not.But an ancient
Mythological story talks about
This naïve act of one foolish fellow
While proceeding to marry a girl
By sprinkling turmeric, proved
The scattered flesh and the
Bones of washed goats,
Could be brought back to life;
Goats there did come to life bleating
Here I must live and labor through life crying
By thinking and forgetting, all good and
Bad memories,
The ashes of memories of the past
Allow me to have a full cry now.
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