" Mitzunehmen" And " Gratis" Poem by Udaya R. Tennakoon

" Mitzunehmen" And " Gratis"



While storming my thoughts,
I travel sitting at the bus,
This stops every halt.

Philosophers, poets and dramatists
They are all in the books of my bag?
Which I found in a cross street
Without any money
" Mitzunehmen"
" gratis"

First doubt:
Such a kind of gift I could attain
Not simply can a man avoid
Not because of the books value
But because of the owner
If I would have a contact
How it might be
To talk about more and more about the world
World about philosophy
Philosophy of politics
Politics of poetry
Of course about modernity
Modernity of post and post
About the endless end of capitalism
Because, there was Marx and Engels as well

By the collection, universe is covered
By evidence, really who is she or he?
I am sure, that this is an accident
An accident to me and to books owner
Or otherwise, those who this was happened

Doubt 2:
I see you and I hear you simple
Among the commuters, sit and stand
What they are doing here
Is it a reality or put on fantasy
Most pretend to be real, laughing, talking, thinking, gesturing
No one talk about the books of I have
Not About the books, but the contents given to the world
Where we are experiencing
My mind says promptly
"Hey, shout out"
Wake up! ! Wake up! Look here! ! !
I am become a mad beggar
Yes of course, to do such a thing
One should come out of this so called civilized world

I can hear you
You talk about the holydays, you wish to spend
Parties with friends you have enjoyed
Most of t you, with smart phones
Closed eyes by ear -phones, talking very silently by closing mouth
Smiling without any contact
Connection without connection
Why you need a nearby other
Neighborhood is a wall, invisible though it seems to be visible
I asked to myself
Why I don´t find anyone
Who read or talk about politics, philosophy
Or poetry or something else
Here I know is the place where
A part was discovered and a culture was created
For sure, still people for that, and in it
Why they are not in Bus or Tram
Are they traveling by cars or taxi?
Perhaps they are
How beautiful, if they may travel by bus like me
Talking about Kafka, Brecht, Tolstoy,
Marx, Hegel, and Gramsci
Socrates or Plato, Hemmingway or Eliot
No that might be odd
But might be modern
Such as Frankfurt, Foucault, Zizek
Dario Fo, or Pinter,
Frost or at least,
About poetry or politics unknown or about what is happening to France
Tramp and South Korea

Counter argument within myself
That cannot be realistic.
If they talk about that,
Journey might be abnormal
Nearby ears will hear it as madness
I am sure these people read these books secretly
I am sure these people read these universes secretly
I am happy that I did not open here and show it to anybody
I am sure that´s the reason of throwing books to be taken away for free! !
This bus is nice, a unity in diversity but I must get down at the next halt
I have to think and read! ! Because you all read and think

Friday, April 28, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: changes,culture,philosophy,poetry,politics,thoughts,universe
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