Sorry Son

Tracing The Roots: A Madness Anthology

#014

The little thingira is leaking,
El nino is a cruel attacker,
Had Gatwara not repaired it?
The lilies of Munju River are losing their undisputed glory,
Or is it an orchestrated move to have the boy's dreams doomed?

The rooftops are leaking,
Like an old cat cry in a smoky kitchen,
The sisal mattress is stinking,
Yet Gatwara is miles away,
In pursuit of bride price,
An his old mother can do nothing...

Lodging is here,
And his crop only in the sloppy region,
Has teamed to block water flow,
Gatwara's wedding dinner is doomed...

The fresh mud on his walls,
Walls of secrecy and security in the hut,
Have reversed elevation,
And the demand to join soil status is on rise,
The gaps are plenty,
El nino making rat highways to the lad's meagre grains...

Son of a woman,
Fate is on your side,
No hut,no food,
Will you marry her?
Will the elders here hear you?

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