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Thylazine: The Australian Journal of Arts, Ethics & Literature                                                                                                                                   #8/thyla8k-ms AUSTRALIAN POETS SERIES 8 The Poetry of Malobi Sinha Selected by Coral Hull [Above] Photo of Malobi Sinha by Ian Hood, 2002. I How could you love me I Savannah I Of Days Long Gone I Bugs I People Drown I How could you love me How do you love me, with so much ease, As though there is nothing else You know. How do you cause me to love you With an ache That does not pass with time. How could you be so beautiful That my heart turns over with joy and Sweet pain. How could you love me so much, As though there is nothing else You know. Savannah The Sun rises from the Ground like a Ball of flame, flooding The plains with light. Cries of birds Calling to their mates As they Fly to the plains To Look for food. The Flame trees on The horizon Line the way To the Heavens of the Savannah land. My Being is Alive With the smells Of the Earth, the Beat of the Masaai Drums That beat In my heart. Ever my homeland, even though It is not. I will love you For ever. Of Days Long Gone Of days when Enchanted forests in the sky Had emerald tigers Within. Where ivory unicorns And fish with Legs Pranced Under a purple sun. Of days when Myriads of Elves and pixies Chased one Another Through the Dusk. When goblins Roamed the world At will And Magic Ruled the world. Of days when Life was fraught With peril Yet Living Was a Joy. When the world was Young And in league With the Gods And nectar Fell From the Sky. Of days when Birds were Men and Men were Birds And Animals ruled the World. When trees could Fly And mountains Talk ... Of days when Dreams Came True. Bugs Bugs In the soil In the air In my program. Nasty little Creatures Creating havoc With my compilation. Kill them One by one. No errors here. Now let's see, Do we have a Bug-free screen. No, not yet. OK, let's try again One more time And again Let's find the way The route To the most Efficient means To kill All the bugs Again. People Drown Morning flower A-bloom in my garden Sunshine In my song. Microbes In the soil In the sand In the ocean In the sky. Crickets In the grass. People In houses In the street In cars Everywhere. People smile Laugh Frown Quarrel Make-up Cry Drown The waves rise up And flood the sand With anger Despair Loneliness. People drown Some smile Some cry Some laugh. Cry no more My Sweet I will wipe your pain For good. Drown If you must In my love. About the Poet Malobi Sinha I was born in India, but grew up in Kenya from the age of 3 years. It was a time of freedom, filled with trips to Mombasa, a town by the sea. We lived in Nairobi, the capital of Kenya, for 10 years. In 1983 there was an attempted coup, and my Dad said it was again time to move. He was an Electrical Engineer, and got job offers from a few countries. We came to Australia in 1983, when I was 13. Now Australia is home. I have been here 19 years. I completed my Electrical and Computer Systems Engineering degree from Monash University in 1995. I worked as a Systems Engineer for about 7 years. Currently I am taking a break, doing voluntary work for the Red Cross. I enjoy reading and writing, fiction, non-fiction, poetry. One of my other hobbies is Mathematics.    [Above] Photo of Malobi Sinha by Ian Hood, 2002. I Next I Back I Exit I Thylazine No.8 (September, 2003)