A Heavy Book Poem by nimal dunuhinga

[“Who are you to judge the life I live?
I know I'm not perfect
-and I don't live to be-
but before you start pointing fingers...
make sure you hands are clean! ”]― Bob Marley

I sit on the threshold
and read the poem
you have written
on the mist;
'The distance between us
very narrow
but when I speak to you
from my heart
I feel that
you are far away
and I look through the mist
you sit on the threshold
and read a heavy book?
The title is smudged
but still readable
and it's 'Life'.'

nimal