To Kapilan

When you said
At 10 you were inside
A war camp
Watching world cup
I shrunk baby
I really did
And I don’t know
How to inflate back.
I picture you waiting
Without power
In a freshly rescued village
Or should I say homestead of yours
Until the Army generator
Turn the magic box on
that day
My brother, friend
War is a mother fucker
We both were
Supposed to be numbed
I don’t know who control this universe
It’s neither gods nor us
But let me pray in Tamil you teach me
At least we win this world cup!

PS: “I love you, dirty rotten ‘madayan’

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