Udaya R. Tennakoon


Udaya R. Tennakoon Poems

161. Haiku Love 8/31/2012
162. Hands- Up Rights And Refugees 9/11/2015
163. Happiness And Life 12/25/2013
164. Happiness Is Beyond Or Behind 1/4/2014
165. Happiness No Hope (Senryu) 7/11/2016
166. Here And Now (Tanka) 6/8/2016
167. Hey Justice! ! ! 8/31/2012
168. Hidden Fish (Haiku) 7/13/2016
169. History Recalls 9/17/2015
170. Home Coming 12/2/2012
171. Hopeless Hope 8/26/2015
172. Hug 3/8/2015
173. Human Rights And White Magic 3/1/2013
174. Hunters 9/8/2015
175. I Am A Star Because Of You So Far 10/5/2011
176. I Can Only Smile 5/7/2015
177. If The Dream Same Way 12/13/2015
178. If You Are Free 6/17/2015
179. Impotent (Senryu) 7/9/2016
180. In That 1/20/2016
181. In The Darkness And Out Of The Light 4/10/2015
182. In The Park 4/23/2015
183. In The Same Cell 8/29/2012
184. Ink Of Failed Conscience 10/2/2012
185. Inside The Forest 7/2/2016
186. It Dreams 8/31/2015
187. It Is A Matter Of Faces 3/17/2013
188. It’s Not Tolerance 4/13/2015
189. It’s So 9/18/2015
190. Kid Is A Paradox (Senryu) 5/7/2016
191. Killings! Killings! 8/21/2014
192. Knock At Me 6/21/2015
193. Lady Christmas Marianne 12/25/2015
194. Land To The Tiller 12/3/2012
195. Last Moment 8/31/2012
196. Lesson 8/29/2012
197. Life Is An Unsold Gift 5/30/2013
198. Life Is Unavoidable 9/12/2012
199. Life Space (Senryu) 6/5/2016
200. Light 7/8/2013
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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Paris Image

On the walls crucified sculptures made
By the human labor of medieval time
Sky kissing tombs in the named parks,
Junctions of streets up to the colossal castles
Memories of the past, paint hiding the voices
The beauties and dignity are seen

Maintaining history that is called museums
Of power of powers displays centers of flower gardens

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