A poem by Stalina Sugathan
The harp of my heart
vibrates
when violent torrents
roar in far away lands
i hear the thunder
and feel that
shudder in my
soil
i feel my feet
blistering
in the long
pestering
journey
yet in my mind
i feel touching the wind
My words
take their
rebirth along
with my blood
They say
my songs
were burned alive
even then
when their
white wings
caught fire
they were singing
and ; now
i could hear them
in my tears
which burns my body
and tear it apart
with their sour
nails which shapes
my sorrow
and allow me to
seize that sharp
knife which goes
just through me
to liberate myself.
