Who are we?- For the love of art, for the love of you.

Who are we?

Our deepest depression is the seeking

Of our own vanity

Our foolish pride of what we appear like,

Deceiving ourselves of the disgusting image of others

Vomiting at the slight thought of other’s joy

But who are we to despise?

Who are we to pour water,

Upon the great fires of the ambitious?

Who are we to look once, twice, thrice

And wrinkle our noses?

                                                                                Are we perfect?

If we are then let the judge of all judges be the judge of that

Out aloud we mock, criticize and make fun of others;

Our jealousy and frustration as fierce as a famished wolf

Shall one not succeed?

All because our jealous tails tag one?

Our words and arrogance hurt and break thy confidence of others

Yet praise we seek from others,

Hatred and vengeance are created by our ways

Who are we;

To bring falls of tears on other’s eyes?

Written by Amanda Ranganawa

For the Love of You

A LETTER TO MY FATHER

I am delighted my dear Father,

Delighted to write you this letter

Though deep in my heart l know,

Know it may never reach you

So Father l have my fingers crossed

Praying and hoping the post-man will do me a favour

And deliver this letter to you

Father l wrote to say, to ask and to seek

Father you left my side before l had hatched,

You left before l could judge the world

My mind still too young to understand why two plus two makes four

Father l ask,

‘’Are you satisfied that you left a clueless, innocent child behind you’’

Reply in your next letter

This is a letter to you Father

To remind you that the chick has grown into a hen

I have grown into a young maiden

Full of questions and wonder

My heart beats fast in search of wisdom

And then l smile and think how it would have been nice

Nice to write to you and ask

‘’ Father am l now old enough to own a male “

How anxiously l would have waited for your reply

And what you would have wrote would have been my command

Father they say a lot about me

The male say lm proud ,

The females naive.

But l am not Father

All l know it that lam lost ,

Lost in a world l do not own

I seek for answers my dear Father

You are a man and have gone through a lot,

Now l ask

“How does one know they are in love and he in turn feels for her?”

I plead, try and reply.

It would have been lovely

To speak to you face to face

Shy l would have been but confidence l would have regained

For you are my Father

It’s a shame you and l can never meet

For we now belong in different worlds

Though apart we might be in flesh

In hearts and memories we will remain in each other

By Amanda Ranganawa