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back MEENA
KANDASAMY
inheritance
Helplessly, silent;
we watched it being seized away, all our lands.
The
Government-a fulltime bewitching whore
had promised Jobs. Industrialization.
Power, Electric.
Everything went, Nothing came.
Now, landless, uprooted,
unsettled in a resettlement colony
we feast
our souls on lucent memories-Of an earlier life.
When memory charts
familiar horizons
I often recollect-
that long
ago rainy Sunday
in our crowded church,
Fr. Jose reading
crisply
"Blessed are the meek
for they shall inherit the earth."
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