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The Aapravasis: A memory
The waves have washed the footprints of the Aapravasis who travelled
From the sacred land of Ayodya Cholas and Pandyas
But the eternal moans of grief and pain
Mixed with the rhythms of the ripples
Spread far beyond the Virgin Island
In the silent night
I listened to the lamentations of my ancestors
The Tori raagas that fill my mind with the night mare
A painful memory of the past
I longed to reverse the wheel of time
And scoop the drooping head
Of my humiliated great grand father
And also hold the swollen hands
Of my great grand mother
My heart swelled with emotions
I cried to be by the side
Of the weak and the poor
To fight the wicked oppressors
With unflinching determination
And win the crusade of freedom and peace
It?s a dream, a memory born
In a moment of tranquillity
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