Two Poems by Johny Takkedasila

Adjusting the left eye to the right,
Right to left, mud on the path of life.
Looking for people,
Buried in soil.

Fate is cruel.
Looked for flowers
On the same road yesterday,
Now extinct.
Looking for rice husks
Spilled over
The edge of someone's pot.

Give me some food,
Fill my hunger.

Red-ripened east fruit becomes
Ulcerated, erupts in the stomach.
To die of hunger,
Rain, Rain, Rain;
No, No
well of tears.

Where do I have to hide now?
How to wash my Faltering feet,
Hands like broken wings.
Please have some wetness.

Shadows of clouds,
Find man
moving against time.
With palms full of water,
Full of rice grains,
Infuse breath into life.

What should I do?
Can't beg.
Fill rivers into bodies,
Quench thirst.

Please fix my eyes.

Night,
Wearing silent shields,
Like a hen hatching eggs, dreaming.
A distant sound whispers,
"Shh... shh..."

On roads,
People err,
Turning streets into toilets,
Corrupting the land.

She holds the sun in her eyes,
Sweeps roads,
Like a mother.

What does she hold
In her hands?

In the morning,
Upon opening the window,
From her, I learn
To turn broomsticks into sunbeams.

I disagree,
To call a broomstick
Its labor armor.