Land To the Tiller

Land to the Tiller Cracked and clef soil of tolerated native mother Beaten halo, attacked by the sun Being friend and enemy to the end Monsoon rain drops cried tears Beyond of measure of sufferings keep in heart Obeying to nature of god the body always brooks Courageous mind and crooked back life domesticates Keeping the dream of the beauty and smell of rose Barren soil turning into fertile Making dug well wetted over the land Reaping seeds beget color of green Mother of native attests through the centuries in time By the history, for the people Hostage curse is inherited By the heart, for own future To struggle of unjust is unavoidable Righteous reality locking by suppression Release of violence guides the admission Ceaseless hope of legacy with permission Though dark, for light dawn of full moon Udaya R. Tennakoon