Heirs Poem by Palitha Ranatunge
Heirs
I felt his first cry, of
Our grand son,
And them, of the other blood?
More owners than
His father was born.
Does it material
The perspective of mine?
But in the context of
My father's, forefather's …?
When it is historical
Ownership is more and more
Massive and unbelievable,
In spite of the fact that
They are not in existence…
Otherwise, they all cry
With joy!
Halloo! Our grand son!
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