Ah Love Those Days of Long Harsh Winters

Ah love! Those days Of long harsh winters, Homemade pickles and dried vegetables; Surrounding the flaming-high chola And having kehva with cornbread, Almost whole-days. My maternal grands and In the nights their horror tales: That world of fairies and giants, Demons and ape-men; My mom's dead granduncle's heroic Hunting stories-- Catching cleverly the wild hens By the bushes hatching eggs, Chasing the fox in snowy forests, And ambushing behind rocks The lions slept-for-days in dens! O! Before the uprising, Before the guns and grenades, Was a beautiful--mythical, religious world... Oh God! Damn the Indians, Chinese and Paks, They all have Together or one by one Damaged our topography And destroyed our identity.