Poet Name: KAMALA DAS
Today the world is a little more my own.
No need to remember the pain
A blue-frocked woman caused, throwing
Words at me like pots and pans, to drain
That honey-coloured day of peace.
why don't you join the others, what
A peculiar child you are!'
On the lawn, in clusters, sat my schoolmates sipping
Sugar cane, they turned and laughed;
Children are funny things, they laugh in mirth at other's tears, I buried
My face in the sun-warmed hedge
And smelt the flowers and the pain.
The words are muffled now, the laughing
Faces only a blur. the years have sped along,
Stopping briefly at beloved halts and moving sadly on
My mind has found an adult peace, no need to
Remember that picnic day when i lay hidden
by a hedge, watching the steel-white sun
Standing lonely in the sky.
No need to remember the pain
A blue-frocked woman caused, throwing
Words at me like pots and pans, to drain
That honey-coloured day of peace.
why don't you join the others, what
A peculiar child you are!'
On the lawn, in clusters, sat my schoolmates sipping
Sugar cane, they turned and laughed;
Children are funny things, they laugh in mirth at other's tears, I buried
My face in the sun-warmed hedge
And smelt the flowers and the pain.
The words are muffled now, the laughing
Faces only a blur. the years have sped along,
Stopping briefly at beloved halts and moving sadly on
My mind has found an adult peace, no need to
Remember that picnic day when i lay hidden
by a hedge, watching the steel-white sun
Standing lonely in the sky.
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