The trees of the forest
The trees of the forest
The trees of the forest
told stories
The sky and the
clothes came
The gathered dark sky
in the drops – looking at the face
and combing the head
Turning the winter nights into days for training
Keeping alive the sprouts of youthful dreams as guards
Starving the bullet that ate the body with its saliva.
Before the wounds heal, I rush to the border.
Again the bunker.. the gun.. the oblivion of so many lives
For the life that is today or tomorrow
I do not care if my relatives cry
A handful of rice to eat, a cubit of cloth to wear
The moisture that thinks of all the mental capacity
as relatives for those who do not have it
The bravery of life without discrimination.
I will consider it above love.
To quench the thirst that is in my heart
Water me with memories, my friends……
– Ampuli
(Translation by Tamilpriya)
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