Treasure Island

Udaya R. Tennakoon


Looking at my fingers


In my room
I saw my fingers
That I have never thought of

It were all together
But it were different to each others
I looked at and
My other hand burnished each one

I checked one by one
I wanted to know
The best one and
The hate one

Abstractly and concretely
I compared with
hopefully and hopelessly
It was difficult to find
An answer for both
Best and hate

I need all and love for all
Without anyone
It is a vacant to be called
Hand of right or left

The use and the beauty
The movement and feeling
My heart and mind will reject
If one deviate from the other

I looked back the past
That already passed
I could not
What I today attained

I wanted to write and to call
To my friends who are in silence
To my enemies to whom I closed
It was too late for past
But tomorrow is for all

Submitted: Tuesday, August 06, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 29, 2013
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