Before the Sun peeps in the morning <br />Transparent sky is gray like a woman's mourning. <br />I touched her warm tears gently along the grassy road <br />And it's really food for my crying bare feet. <br />Far away I walk towards the thatched school <br />And the Headmaster holds the cane as a sword <br />If somebody comes late. <br />Though it's painful the strikes I had, Yet my life has tempered like steel <br />And I must thank you Sir for the elixir you wake me up all the time in the drowsy life.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/though-it-s-bitter-the-elixir-in-my-village-thatched-school/
