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The fall

-Priyadarshini Keerthisinghe

An old Mara tree of a campus Fell to the axe

Long time ago when it was a plant They nurtured it with great care When they came to cut it down It looked at the sky for Mother Nature’s help

But it saw only the sky and the clouds

It remembered its roots

But they were all underground It had a dream of many seeking its shade

In the years to come

Now, everything was over

It had no arms to fight back

It came down

A young university student Got caught to a terror gang in the eighties

He was unarmed and so was helpless

He pleaded with them Reminding them of loving kindness and compassion

But it was all in vain

He called out to the divine powers above

But there was no one to hear him His cry of agony of his brutal death

He had a dream of creating a just society for all

But it was not to be

He was brought up with difficulty But with love and hope

In his journey from baby to man Now everything was over

For him and the Mara tree

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