The Bicycle Poem by Udaya R. Tennakoon

To the rain
To the Sun
Evenly it stands
Alongside the pavement
On the way to apartment

Not belonged to a man
But maybe to a woman
Not a day or a week
More than a month lasted

It was locked and
also not old enough
To throw away or to give it free
But there may be a place
To park it, if the apartment

Neighbors pass by
Pavement is silence
No one knows
Perhaps someone knows
But my doubt insists
To look for the truth

Evening dark slightly sets in
My feet stopped near by
When I told the story
A woman who lives next to me
She is too in a doubt alike me

An analysis inside myself
In the night, on the bed
I could presume
Though it gave nihilist impacts

No, it's not
That I think
Something could be happened
People have never ever thought

Suspicious mind
Questions me back
If it might have vanished a day
How would my mind satisfy?