That Night, This Night : A Moonscape

That Month

That Month
in that white moonlight,
            we had our father,
            and no one
            could take the hill.
This month
in this white moonlight,
            kings with drums
            drumming victory
            have taken over the hill,
and we
have no father.

                        Paari’s daughters on the death of Paari
 (Translated by A.K.Ramanujam in ‘Poems of Love and War’)  

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