Risen From the Mud
A tribute to Sri Lanka Gold medalist Susanthika
A Lotus bud was hidden in the mud of a jungle stream
Dark skin, curly hair
Black mare runs
Against the wind
Across the fields
On the rocks
In the jungle
Barefoot
Barefoot
Thorns prick her little feet
No cry, No sighs
Bones protruding scar face,
Rewards of starvation
Her childhood
Had to run miles to school
Barefoot
Barefoot
She rose from the mud
To the national games
No spikes, no sandals
Barefoot
Barefoot
Our black mare
Ran across the Oceans
To Sydney Olympics
Like an arrow, against the wind
Rose for the nation
in the contest Girl Rising
Copyright © Manel Gunatillake | Year Posted 2013
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