The Missed Poem by Palitha Ranatunge

The gifts around
Not sensed by me
At this hour
At the end of a journey
When I can not see
When I can not hear
When I can not reach
My window,

The sound of the whirling soft air
At the twigs of greenery,
The musical cries of little birds
At the garden yonder hiding
Within flowery bushes,
The Milky moon rays pouring
Through the silent night,
The blue sky ebbed with millions of
Twinkling stars gazing underneath,
I have not much seen, heard or felt them
When I was available.