An Inkling Of A Stranger Poem by nimal dunuhinga

The mysterious whisper since a long time
Turned into a conversation.
She appears in a transparent gown
And introduced herself;
'I am Edeath your friendly enemy,
Still a virgin and I give you a specific time.
Sorry, I have to carry out orders from the top
But we are friends tyrannical.

*[ I dedicate this poem to the journalist Amantha Perera for his great article was published in the recent Time magazine.'Postcard: Jaffna. After decades of civil war between the Tamil Tigers and the Sri Lankan Army, one road connecting north and south has finally reopened. Scars from the past more than 25 years of conflict has left its mark on the city of Jaffna.']