Jesus In The Solitary City Poem by Udaya R. Tennakoon

Along the street, beside entrances closed
Holly day belongs to the God
Christ was not protected
I am walking through the emptiness

Jesus the rebel, Jesus the great
Your words, your voice and love
It echo and reflect in this emptiness
Everything I see that the inability of the God

Once in away, sound of vehicles
With the city clock have an intercoure
My mind is broken and
The God of Gods behind
On a bench, sitting with a poor
I asked whether you find the God
Yes and you?
No! But I see the Jesus