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Budha is laughing
You praise my strength,
my fun for the war, ...
the huge wound in
my head yet to heal....
You praise my strength
my son is my power
his muscle on his arm
burning for war
We crushed smiling Buddha
with version of one eye,
utterly without scent..
the eye simply for mind,
You raped my faith
and forced for purdha..
you raped my sister,
for the sake of your faith
you made this land
and famine was the end,
any more than gray old horse
we meet in the holy place
poem
by
Thampi KEE
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