MEMORY 1947

It was a rural -remote village life/was a mere boy,-far away from exciting modern way of living/It was a lush green rural back-drop setting/ happily growing . -without needing anything beyond Nature'gift.

Suddenly a a ightnig STAB/or a severing SWORD/ spraying blood all - beyond/ and I was told / that my Mother-land / was torn off into TWO / and I was 'stamp'-ed -- a REFUGEE BOY/ and despatched to a CITY- LIFE /with nothing other than FATE !