Unless you live in a place
Where your father and his, lived,
You will miss being seen as a tree.
Instead,
You will die as a twig or a branch.
Unless you have in a place
Three generations having lived,
You will fail losing a native place,
The place that preserves your identity.
Rampant migration that is in force
Will deprive the present generation
Of what their forefathers enjoyed.
07.12.2007
Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/family-tree-missing/
