The Death of the Hindu
Read 'The Death of the Hindu' by 'T Wignesan' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
The Death of the Hindu by T Wignesan
Chin cupped
on the ancient bone of his
elbow
he spread five fingers
to the world:
and like a cat on zither strings
the hoarse voice of his fathers
issues from his forgotten children:
now he picks one tick
from the back of that suckling cow:
his failing fingers
find not the strength
to crush
Not a single eyelash twitters
pass him by
pass him
'Wake not a man asleep
And tell him he has
Nothing to eat.'
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