When I was born
my mother said
you are a refugee.
Our tent on the roadside
smoked in the snow.
On your forehead
between your eyebrows
there is an R embossed
my teacher said.
I scratched and scrubbed,
on my forehead I found
a brash of red pain.
I have three tongues
the one that sings
is my mother tongue.
The R on my forehead
between my English and Hindi
the Tibetan tongue reads:
RANGZEN
how many times i read this poem, and when i see it, I feel like reading,,, the sol of poem is too strong
Salute my friend
Truly beautiful poems!! Thoroughly enjoyed reading them.
Anuradha Singh
Mumbai