The Guilt Poem by Palitha Ranatunge

A little green grass hopper
At the door of my office
A fortunate one, indeed!
Not to get trampled
By a passer-by,

With great care
I took it on my palm
And reconnoitered for a green
To place him in protection
Alas! No such green around,

In my little sky scrapper,
I went in and placed him
At a book shelf in my room,
Having a little break in work
I looked for the friend,

Alas! it was down on the floor
Like a green pulp, trampled
To my own shoe and died
Unnoticed and spontaneous
Oh! my folly and my fault
And I got him killed in vain!