Udaya R. Tennakoon


Room in the Heart


The apartment of the heart
A reserved room of vacant
Every day clean at night
Close the door and switch off light

Somebody wants to occupy
Allowed not me by locked key
Pain and hope of dreamy
One day light up coming with beauty

Descended moon though it disappear
Ascended life dreams in very clear
Gap of space is not so far near
Path through rainbow can visit here

Instant message or constant mail
Will give a surprise to cook tasty meal
Setting the table light up the candle
Finding the way and when rings the bell

Offer the key to open the room of my heart
Will see the picture hung on the wall of white
Touch up the untold secret poetic word
Open the window to come fresh wind

Submitted: Sunday, September 02, 2012

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