(Jaffna, at the extreme north of Sri Lanka, once used to be hell on earth for those who lived there. Now, however, the rebuilding is going on slowly, but still there’s a lot of gaps that we need to fill. Because just as you rebuild it, you need to keep it rebuilt for a long, long time. Granted, my poetry is terrible, but I wanted this to be out.)
Oh Jaffna, plains once deep in sorrow and blood
Evenings cool, and life now coming back home.
Pretty town; Nallur Temple, red-gold, ah
Kiss the skies, great edifice, for just one
Am I who walks within thy mighty shade.
A silent prayer escapes our hearts now,
Heads turning to the market square;
Towards man and adaptation.
Oh Saraswati, goddess beside the hall of books!
Sacrifices made within your name.
But where was your strong arm when we needed you?
When flames and thunder struck from the depths of hell,
Licking your hall like raptorial tongues,
You sat, you smiled, you hoped…
Against all odds we prayed to you,
Against it all we fought for the mother.
The beast is purged now from your womb,
Saraswati, please sit no more! For within the books,
That love and the knowledge,
Purest wisdom of all passed eons.
Fill our hearts with Nirvana’s light!
Make our mother everlasting
Let her love us till all time ends!