எனது ஆங்கில வலைப்பதிவுக்காக எழுதிய இன்னுமொரு கவிதை The (M) Other land. அதனைப் ‘பதிவுகள்’ வாசகர்களுக்காக இங்கு பதிவு செய்கின்றேன்.
The (M) Other land! By V.N.Giritharan
It seems like only yesterday.
but many years passed by
quickly, very quickly
since I left the land of my
birth.
It also seems that
time runs fast; even faster than
the speed of light.
Maybe not really,
but It actually runs faster
than I thought it did.
I still remember the
day , when
I decided to leave
the land of my birth;
the land where my mother, father,
their parents, my ancestors were
born; the land where they grew up;
the land where they made love each other;
the land where they started their family;
the land where I was born;
the land where I grew up:
the land where I went to school;
the land where I spent my youth
with dreams of youthful joy.
That was the day ,
the land of my birth
lost its innocence;
That was the day , the land of
my youthful dreams lost its
youthfulness;
That was the day the land of joy
lost its joyful nature.
That was the day
that Hell triumphed
Paradise.
The Paradise lost
its innocence.
It was the day when
the jungle of concrete
became a jungle
of man eating ,
blood thirsty animals.
My people
of all ages and
of all genders,
ran for their lives.
That was the day
they lost their self respect.
Since then,
they have been running,
running, running,
through the lands;
through the waters;
still running.
Over turned vehicles; burnt
buildings, chared corpses
of human beings;
chaos! chaos! chaos!
Anarchy! Carnage!
Everywhere! everywhere!
smoke of destruction,
smoke of human dignity,
smoke of human values,
it was a real Hell
on earth.
That was the day
when my motherland
lost its mutual respect;
that was the day
when my mother land
lost its mutual love;
that was the day
when my mother land
lost its mutual understanding.
that was the day
when my motherland
became
the other land.