Beheading Poem by Palitha Ranatunge

Beheading



The rich neighborhood
Beheaded the home of an unknown bird
It used to play, early in the day
Even before dawn, a gentle music,
Sweetest I ever heard, hiding somewhere
In that high tree top. An ancient home
For many generations now gone,
The bard and the horn gone
Only a gigantic concrete wall
Imprisoned me in my
Lonely dwelling.

Thursday, December 5, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: environment
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Palitha Ranatunge

Palitha Ranatunge

Gampaha, Sri Lanka
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