Self - reflection

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There is a child in me

Stubborn,

wearing the Kos Kola crown

wanting to be the King

never the Queen

in every game I play

There is a child in me

Uncontrollable,

Like the kites I used to fly

with the village Kollo

though with strings attached

On square paddy fields

In a sweaty heyday

There is a child in me

Wild,

Burning the Habarala Yams

Under the Rambutan tree

waiting to be the woman

of Robin Hood or of that kind

In a Kompittu play day.

There is a semi- precious child

Babek

Within me & in you

Among apparent Blue sapphires

refusing the requests

to be polished, dragged from the pits

just to bring joy

to a digger's day !

By Jahooli Devi

1. Kos Kola : Jack fruit Tree Leaves

2. Kollo : Boys

3. Habarala : Wild long Yam 

4. Rambutan : hairy looking asian fruit tree

5. Kompittu : Child play with sand blocks made by coconut shells

6. Babek : Baby