Sabaydii,

 

Here is the continuation of a series ‘Coming home’ entitled ‘Mahosot hospital’

 

Hakphaang,

 

Passing by Mahosot hospital

Seeing a man limping by

An image conjured up in my mind

That was me

Not long after the new regime took over

 

Infected with the polio

I walked limpidly

Like a duck

Just coming out of a pool of water

 

Remember

Coming from a big family

With not enough to pass around

But plenty of community works to do

Someone had to take a toll

 

Foolish as it may be

Glad that it was me

For now the country was living in me

Through its hardship

Hopes and dreams

 

If needed it be

I don’t mind

Limping all the way through life

Just that my country could shine

I will gladly exchange my life for

 

Seeing the like of me again

I shed tears

For the innocence lost

The time waste

And the dream shattered

 

Never again would I

Befooled by an ideology

So much in promise

But so little in reality

 

May the limping image

Be the last I see in my beloved country

Never again

Others will go through

This silly sort of things

 

 

10.2.03