The Quota Poem by Palitha Ranatunge

The home that does not exist
The village that became a town
The pet cat dead and buried
A long time back, the doll perished
Somewhere in the backyard,
The childhood that never comes again,
parents in their eternal sleep
It is true that life is that short
The joyous youth is much shorter,

I wandered along the carpeted roads
that lead to the properity
endless hopes of the urbanized man
crossed with such annoynace
I felt for eagerness of searching for
My true mates, leaving for a while
this man made chrystal world,
Amazingly I had no roots of the past
Where should I go, backwards?

I have been looking for a butterfly
At least a charming little one
Oh! I still remember the huge green spider
with his enormous and beautiful web
Where have you gone my friends?
Everything and everybeing have been decayed
Or gone, reluctantly and silently paving the way
Unto an unknown future generation
Can anything and anybeing be eternal?

The lusty green trees, butterflies and the spider
can anything and anybeing be non-extinct?
If so how the offsprings to be grown up and matured
Everything and every being have their own
Quotas to live and breed,
The tree leaves fluttering with the brezze
Nightingale sings hiding in a beautiful
Moonlit night, and we all merry dancing,
singing and drinking, doing nothing
but breeding, consuming the said quota.