Udaya R. Tennakoon


A Wind gives ear


It rains
From the sky
To the earth
To have a relief

A blowing wind
Stops at the moment
And listens it

It is torrential and drops
The historical pregnancy
It does not give a birth
But it aborts

It is a violent cry
With thunder and lights
It trickles water and
Commits a nuisance
On the floor and roads

The wind listens calmly
With a patiently kinesis
Though it can make storms
To change the direction

It is a psychiatric rain
It needs a relief
That it does not have sense
As it is a diagnosis

It is also a psychiatric wind
No one listens
Because of that it has a sense
As it a prognosis

After all that happened
A deep pause with relief
The rain released its pregnancy
And might be happy

But it too far
To realize the other
Why the wind listened to a rain
The lack of the gap
Will be a victor
Shifting a pain to a relief and
giving a paradox to the other

Submitted: Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 17, 2013

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