It was a Sunset and the darkness gathered gradually
But I saw the same Sun in the pale sky they call it Moon.
My dear friend where are you now?
Your boisterous smile really it's a song without words
Like a murmur on a string of a precious Cello that haunts me frequently.
In this dangerous Gambling I reshuffle the tricky card pack
And still you shine like a hidden trump card in a corner.
My dearest friend just give me an impression of your lonely whereabouts where the darkness exists forever?
(I dedicate this poem to my deceased friend *Ranjith.Wijesiriwardane who drowned in a solitary Lagoon.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Immeasuralble sadness. There are too many good-byes to be said in this world. Beautiful write, Nimal. Deserving of several tens. Always your friend at poemhunber, Warmest regards, Sandra