Radiowallah
I hear your worn voice
On the radio
Then, a Sinhalese man
Dubbed in English audio
I imagine you
In sweltering heat
You in your radio cap
covering the political beat
Buzz grows
in Jaffna bureau
people come and go
speaking on the radio
Buddha cried, when
Siddharth was born
The story we mourn
Together, apart, forlorn
You call, talk about
Your son, Western wife,
the sub-continental grief,
leading your London life
You wonder if you
Belong there
"Come home to me," you say
"It is almost midnight here."
