a tamil tigress

i pray thee --

don't soil my national chastity

o son of the soil

i am virgin like the sweet coconut-water

of our island grooves.

years ago

a leapt off the native shore

with Buddha's ancient caravans

to bridge the boundaries,

to meet the isolated

to love the alien mother...

and not for greener pastures,

my dear young Sinhala brother.

you know

i sweat under the angry tropical sun

to pluck prune in your plantations ( tea/rubber gardens)

to make our life and land fertile.

i pray thee ---

don't spoil my personal dignity/modesty

o law of the land

i am not afraid of the fires

burnibg in your eyes,

i am frightened of the flames

burning between your thighs.

don't conceal your dagger

under your orange robes 

but kindly tame your testicles.

call me what you will ---

tamil tigress or tamil bitch.

i am neither for the tamil  eelam nor for dravid desham .

for i never had the wild dream

of ethnic eccentricity

or racial rarity.

i will not flee with the refugee boat

for i am the daughter of the motherland ---

the land of Sri Lanka.