Udaya R. Tennakoon


Udaya R. Tennakoon Poems

41. A Voice Of A Victim 1/13/2016
42. A Wind Gives Ear 9/17/2013
43. After That 6/19/2015
44. An Actor But Out Of The Drama 2/7/2013
45. An Aged Caress 3/20/2015
46. An Imaginary Wall 6/15/2015
47. April Rain Song -අප්‍රේල් වැසි ගීය - Poem by Langston Hughes 4/8/2015
48. Automatic Relationship 10/27/2012
49. Autumn Light 10/25/2012
50. Avoided Wishes And The New Year 1/1/2016
51. Barbarians 8/29/2012
52. Beauty And The Butterfly 8/29/2013
53. Because Of Love 9/2/2013
54. Behind The Tassel: Poisonous Thorns 3/2/2013
55. Belonging 3/11/2015
56. Berlin Wall 8/4/2012
57. Boo Of Democracy 1/18/2013
58. Books On The Table 12/2/2012
59. Books Up On Books 8/24/2012
60. Border Of Hostile 6/8/2015
61. Box And Vicious Cycle 4/15/2013
62. Branding 11/29/2015
63. Brick 12/22/2015
64. Brush And Soul 6/18/2013
65. Buddha And Robe 3/3/2014
66. But It Is Indelible 4/10/2013
67. Che 5/21/2012
68. Computational People 3/15/2013
69. Crime Of Regime 5/2/2013
70. Darkness Of The Pain 12/9/2013
71. Das Glück Meiner Kindheit Und Verbotene Fruchte 5/27/2015
72. Das Lied Der Flüchtlinge 11/1/2015
73. Death Before The Death 9/19/2015
74. Democratic Nations 1/3/2016
75. Democratic Silence 8/25/2013
76. Der Weg Und Dich 5/20/2015
77. Die Entäuschung 7/6/2014
78. Die Klatschen 10/2/2014
79. Difference Of Difference 7/26/2014
80. Directions 6/28/2015
Best Poem of Udaya R. Tennakoon

My Bag

My bag with me like shadow
Comes without a word
Hanging on my back
Bearing burden inside

Wherever I go
Behind me
What I put into it
Never got angry

When I have a rest
Keeping aside it
Until the destination
It has no rest

Strength, shape and beauty
Dwindles and fades gradually
Heartfelt mate and buddy
I cannot throw it away

Carried out past of me
Dug up memories of me
Never told secrets of me
It is a witness of me

Being a part of my identity
Stayed with an inseparable life
Many time I felt so pity
This is ...

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Plan For The Day

Plan for the day

Ticking the clock
Remind the life
Even it is no sense
Non stop circle
Carry the journey

Seconds minutes and hours

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