Literature/Poems/Kalyana Mittata: Beautiful Friendship
Cover Page
Acknowledgements
Introduction
The anonymous people
Resurrection
Sea erosion
The butterflies
Sharing betel
Gems and Intrigue
Yet another incident in July 1983
The deserted neighbourhood
A report
Just Society
Children’s mass grave
The Tortoise and The Philosopher
By the wayside
Peace-keeping
Phnom Penh
Ten birds
Crossing the river
The geese
Age four revisited
Graveyard of the Victims
Mid-Autumn Chinese Festival
Routine
History
Returning to roots
Sweet are the blessings
Then I heard you whispering in my ear
To India
Bombs confused as apples We eat
A wretched century passes
Your own word is a tyrant blaster
An officer’s conversation with Asoka
The battle for a frank interpretation
Rogers the Elephant Killer
Anu, are you scared?
Crows like the hard-working folk
Evelyn, my first friend
To tell the stories
The children
A poem for Pepaeyin
Father and Son
A father’s love
A poem for Godwin
Thoughts of a refugee
Planting rice
Priest yelled from the pulpit
Voted to crucify Christ
I thirst
Pontius Pilate
The disciple sits by the fire
A prayer about fresh air
Asia is a kite-loving continent
The fresh air laughs
Mary meets Buddha’s mother
The migrants and the eternal migrant mother
God of factions
Crossing the boundaries
Mary and the Untouchables
Fiftieth year get-together
Judas offers a challenge
A canopy and fruit
Good shepherd
Mary Magdelene
A prayer
An encounter
The faces
Its beloved awaiting
A friendly bird
Oh sad man come out of hiding
Love
Come to me
She forbids
They made love
An ancient Chinese cemetery
The sound of The Void
In my haste
Sadness
Nature’s people are sad
To remain in hiding
I’ve had a terror
A cheerful girl
Now I believe in rebirth
When you went away
Truly I did not know
The full moon and the darkest night
There was cheerfulness all around
The sight of the dance of a tiny honey bird
Who are you
The house
Drinking tea
He lies buried
So difficult to find your tomb!
The ultimate fear is calm as the deep waters
Sad songs of the snake dancer
The desert elephant
An old crow
Conscience’s calling
I mourn for you
Dear plane, fly faster
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