lamentsong

Senura Randeniye
Sep 7, 2018 · 1 min read

we were borne of the dust
that clung to our forehead in the long afternoons
not knowing that in that hour
where the sun beats down
we would look into our faces
and find our selves

but when the fields and roads
ran over
in the torrential monsoons
we too cried out into the rain and wind
in a song of lament and longing

now far removed from the heat
and dust
from the bullets of rain
or the gusts that blew our worlds apart
here in this insipid hemisphere
that we grew up idolizing
desiring
aspiring to belong to

i would give anything to run back
as fast as the storms
that once ran roughshod over us
just to be with you

Senura Randeniye

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