Treasure Island

Jayatissa Liyanage

(21st June / Walasmulla, Sri Lanka)

Seven day-deams


When I was a child, I had a dream
A dream to be like some one
I do not remember, who or why it was

When I was a boy, I had a dream
A dream to be a grown up
Amongst grown ups, as I envisioned

When I was a youth, I had a dream
A dream to make my mother proudly
Cos', she was dreaming to be proud of me

When I was a man, I had a dream
A dream to reach a plateau, one day
Amongst my colleagues already up there

Day I became a father, I had a dream
A dream to be a proud father
That being my bounden and divine duty
I had no choice, but, strove day and night

Lokzi, Podzi and Chutzi, most precious trio
Thank you, for making me proud, at last
Can never be better, I am sure
For, I shall not dream any more, for you


Being proud, nonetheless, I have a dream
A dream to say-so the world aloud
Best way to be proud, if you like
Is to dream, dream and dream

As a matured, I have a final dream
A dream to stop dreaming any more
Day I tame my craving desires
I'll be there, then, adieu to all of you all!

Jayatissa K.Liyanage

Submitted: Sunday, March 18, 2012
Edited: Thursday, April 05, 2012

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