A leaf of the palm, borne as a symbol of victory
But you are isolated like me,
Though we are tall like a Watchtower yet cannot touch the pallid sky.
You have a simple stem and terminal crown of large leaves.
But I am uprooted in the saga and and my broken crown pawned for a song.
Dedication to the deceased Marxist Sri Lankan celebrated singer *Gunadasa.Kapuge
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your elegiac mood has hurt you into poetry. Beautiful write. I am sorry for the difficulties your country is experiencing. Always your friend, Sandra