Unshed Tears
“These are Elephants, Those are Tamils”1 -words from a friend. Baby Elephants- dearly beloved elders were killed before their tender eyes Baby Elephants-arms, legs, teeth shriveled with the pain of the bullet Baby Elephants- loose wrinkled skin hangs off starving, haunted frames Baby Elephants-left over remnants of humanity scraped up from The scorching earth of Vanni Yes, they are Tamil. Baby Elephants-no newspapers flare up for them in bold headlines Baby Elephants-no person steps into the streets to demand their well-being Baby Elephants-no believers in Ahimsa to speak for them, the intellectuals are mute Baby Elephants-no one to beat their chest wailing “aney” “apoi”2 at their fate Yes, they are Tamil. you know that your mothers lie dead. breasts heavy with the swollen pain of hardened milk. you know that your fathers lie dead who stomped the earth trumpeting intensely standing guard. Whom are you the Beloved of now? you know no countrymen will offer poojas to the gods with…
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