THE LIBERATION

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.