To a Sinhalese Girl R Cheran You have heard we come from far away, beyond the horizon where bullets are sown in fields not grain, where plush houses abound and terrorists breed; your surprise at meeting me an ordinary man, will soon fade from you and your friends. On the banks of Palaavi now the colour of muddied sand; yet another as the clouds spread the blanket of shade on the muddied water; the canopy of the moon finely embroidered to make the water glitter; seated on the ghat, I listen to the melody of your Sinhala songs and my…