Treasure Island

Udaya R. Tennakoon


Each Other


Laid things
Here and there
Unedited reality
Seems to be natural

Invitation
Broke the reality
And beauty of the disorder

Neatly and nicely arranged
Shingly and hardly cleaned
Structure less structure is structured
Everything calm and quite

Guests came with smiles
Gestures having edited
Both beginning to act
Prepared arena for that

Conversation
Plays with choked and forged words
Exaggeration
Jumps with high level tone
Competition
Goes flattering oneself
Conclusion
Ends with unaccepted misled signs

Created order with unmatched look
Uneasy tiredness was after that
Disorder slightly creeps from hidden
Naturalist living comes with shade in

Submitted: Thursday, September 13, 2012
Edited: Friday, September 14, 2012

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