Love Poem No - 60 : I WAS BORN A TRIBAL

I WAS BORN A TRIBAL

I was born a tribal, in the lap of nature,

With wings on trees, and scales on waters,

Jocund as sea gull, I enjoyed my proud estate;

All the jungle was dear home to me.

            Suddenly you came, saw me naked and crude,

Your fellows followed, saw me un-Christian,

Yet a few others saw me barbarian

And quite a good number cursed my paganism

                                During the course you civilized me,

                                But alas! I bemoan my fate

                                All I had, I have lost

        Though well clad, you are naked inside.

                              Dr. Karickam