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Can you love a history;
Love those trees and its animals
When your history is a desert?

When your history is a long stretch of sand,
Nothing but burning, red, hot sand,
Rolling, circling cloud of sand;
I know, as you know, you can love sand.

How can you love the hell of these trees;
Rolling, crawling, sweeping creepers,
Sky-wedded stupas, palaces on rocks,
Acres of tanks or women with bare breasts

When your history is a long stretch of sand,
Nothing but burning, red, hot sand,
Rolling, circling cloud of sand?

 

Copyright © July 29, 2019, Newton Ranaweera
Image source: Pixabay

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