I struggled to scribble something
But ideas run away,
Anyway I would like to write few lines
That I found in my old notebook.
' I was born on the nineteenth of April,1951
Somewhere in a rural hospital in Sri Lanka
And my parents were given me a name to identify.
Where were they now?
I hear their voices in a distant calling my name
And they are searching me in my native island.
But I am far away and here I am anonymous.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dearest Nimal, the music of your verse carries your message of pain and suffering on wings of song across the world. love, Allie xxxx