Sunday, April 13, 2008

Far away

Far away, far far away,
there was a lone woman
staying in a cottage
wailing for her child
today nearer she came,
nearer to me the frequent
visitor to the temple,
which oftener she too
would visit, more to complain,
that God was blind that
her daughter who was sold
could not be traced
in that small hamlet,
I said, far far away,
The covey of birds,
On tree tops tend to
their chicks, she was
Smaller than them,
God was not blind to her,
She was blind,
for she sold her own blood,
far, far away the cow licks
the calf and kicks the man
who milks the cow,
she must be far , far away,
from humanity’s purview,
being bereft of motherly care.

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