“A Black July witnessed in Sri Lanka
caused death of people.”
the dreams of a mother turned bituminous
her to-be-born child had gags.
The atrocities had encircled them
they had seen all,
Her favorite saris were flambéed
suttee made her sulk.
Period. Now came her day.
Women were in her emergency
but the happiness was at it’s bay
She had lost her life.
Kid survived, god destined
“Who will be his guardian??”
Silence.
He was left in the verandha.
His bleary eyes cried his mother.
A drunkard took him,
by profession a smuggler
kid’s destiny treaded.
Smuggler gave him “tree of life”.
Kept him away from his life
to enjoy chauvinist status of Sinhalas.
Kid did schooling
all was a wile!
Sooner and later,
He was walking in steps of his “mother”,
he joined Sri Lanka Armed Forces.
After years, smuggler
and Perivalan were face-to-face,
“Ayubuvan, Perivalan”
“Tatta” Perivalan was astonished.
World was upside down for them.
War between LTTE and the Army
was at its end.
Both were dressed in their respective khaki.
Everything became an illusion for them,
Eyes filled, hands on guns and their last words
“Why didn’t you tell me this?” and gun was shot.
I'mave-rick! 