Follower Of Omar Khayyam Poem by punsara amarasinhe

As dew dwells on a tiny leaf
Life flows with motley ribs
Singing the hymn of life’s loaf
We play the game till end comes


Becoming selfless body of a womb
An early song still lisping and unclear
Mingling with fancy throng while we bloom
Reaping it’s ripeness after many a year



Life is short and art is long
That’s the song of merry little bard
Think no future, past has all gone..
Woo the bottle and make it thy guide