Can the new dress pallid as a soaring crane cover the dried blood stains splattered in your heart once upon a life time
Do you still feel? the heaving breasts of a sighing mother Earth the warm dew of tears on the new blades through your new Bata shoes on your way to school
Between parallel lines , so straight on those blank white pages does the sorrow coiled deep within get scribbled still
Ps: In remote hamlets in North , the Wanni and the east, kids now walk to school .
The atmosphere is still a mixture of shock, relief , baron land , widows , doubt and silence. There is new blades of grass growing from the earth once burnt with gun powder and soaked with blood . Where many fathers , brothers , sisters are buried .
New uniforms , school equipment , shoes arrive at their schools through the roads from the south .
But it takes more to heal…It takes understanding