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Mahosot hospital


Sabaydii,

 

Here is the continuation of a series ‘Coming home’ entitled ‘Mahosot hospital’

 

Hakphaang,

Kongkeo Saycocie

 

Mahosot hospital

 

 

Passing by Mahosot hospital

Seeing a man limping by

An image conjured up in my mind

That was me

Not long after the new regime took over

 

Infected with the polio

I walked limpidly

Like a duck

Just coming out of a pool of water

 

Remember

Coming from a big family

With not enough to pass around

But plenty of community works to do

Someone had to take a toll

 

Foolish as it may be

Glad that it was me

For now the country was living in me

Through its hardship

Hopes and dreams

 

If needed it be

I don’t mind

Limping all the way through life

Just that my country could shine

I will gladly exchange my life for

 

Seeing the like of me again

I shed tears

For the innocence lost

The time waste

And the dream shattered

 

Never again would I

Befooled by an ideology

So much in promise

But so little in reality

 

May the limping image

Be the last I see in my beloved country

Never again

Others will go through

This silly sort of things

 

10.2.03

The old Pathet Lao post

Sabaydii,

 

Here is the continuation of a series ‘Coming home’ entitled ‘the old Pathet Lao post’

 

Hakphaang,

Kongkeo Saycocie

 

The old Pathet Lao post

 

Walking by Talat Souat

Passing the post office

My eyes caught sight of a building

Once housed a Pathet Lao rep

At the very heart of the old regime

 

I remember

Back in the early 70s

A Pathet Lao guard

Wearing baggy uniform

With the flappable hat posted at the gate

What a novelty sight in Vientiane indeed

 

I for one

Fascinated by the sight

Came to look at the Pathet Lao soldier

A symbol of Lao defiance

Thought to be from a long line of Chao Anou’s warriors

 

Like any Lao patriots

I sympathized with the Pathet Lao’s cause

Daring to fight the giants

Not only for themselves

But for all of us as well

 

Don’t know

When this belief

This trust

This faith

Gone from my heart

Or was I just so naďve

So innocent

So credulous

That I didn’t see through

All their lies

All their deception

Throughout all those years?

 

Or the Pathet Lao themselves

Forgotten their own root

Their own ideal

And became instead what they came out

To fight against in the first place?

A lackey of others

Injustice

And lack of vision

Big enough to include all Lao

 

Like an opportunity long sought for

But once it arrives

Got smashed out of any recognition

Nothing left for people like me

But a tormented heart

Leaving my very own country

 

When will it be another opportunity?

I don’t know

 

What I know is

When I close my eyes for the very last time

I will bury the image of the baggy uniform with me

And let all my frustrated hopes

And shattered dreams

Disintegrate with me

For no future Lao will see that again

 

9.30.03

Just anything to read

Sabaydii,

 

Here is the continuation of a series ‘Coming home’ entitled ‘just anything to read’

 

Hakphaang,

Kongkeo Saycocie

 

Just anything to read

 

At the end of Samsenthai road

Where Luangprabang road began

My eyes met a building

Once held many books

I was itching to read

 

Remember

I walked by

Counting the money at hand

Knowing full well

I didn’t have enough

 

With my tired eyes

I could only look

Wondering what gem

Lying inside those pages

 

No less dramatic

Many a time I frequented

The flea market by the movie theater

Audience Rama

A place where I could buy

Cheap books

And old magazines

 

Many people short of money

Sold their belongings books included

Once in a while

I would run into a book

Or a magazine

Good enough to nourish my soul

Extending my life breath

And fortifying my belief

In the goodness of human being

 

Walking down this road again

After so many years of apart

I saw myself reflected in a young boy

Holding on to a book

He couldn’t afford

 

Would this be another me in the new Laos?

Only time will tell

 

10.1.03