Pinocchio Poem by Palitha Ranatunge

Blue fairy where art thou
I pray for thy blessings
For my son, whom I made
Of wood, I being a carpenter
And a creator like
Joseph in Israel,

With thy magic wand
Give it a life form of a child
We both having no hope
Of an offspring of our own
At our poor dwelling,
Having tired of preaching at
All the altars of many Gods,

When I remembered about
Thy existence in ancient
Europe, somewhere closer to
The land of Grimm brothers,
Hence I pray ye for thy magic
Do tell us where thou art chambered
To pay our respectful visit and
Beg a life for our child
Who was made by me
with my own hands
With such pain, care and hope.