A Perished Apple Poem by Palitha Ranatunge

I looked at the perished apple
in your hand that was untouched
I thought we destined to have it
the time jeopardized at the
departing gates of heaven
sent you very late.

My solo effort in paddling the ship
out from the route of a man's tradition
I felt you crying at an isle
that was isolated - unlocated in a map
where I cannot paddle back.

the glory of the days gone.

the sweetness of the wine poured
out of my heart, like frozen rubies
hidden deep in an unknown sea bed.

caring I said seeking my ticket
to enter the garden
I was told no passes for me
even for a sack of gold
since I am already banished.