Palitha Ranatunge

Silver Star - 3,525 Points (21-07-1962 / Gampaha, Sri Lanka)

The Rapist - Poem by Palitha Ranatunge

Hey, may I whisper unto thy soul
And pour the pure liquid of my
Budding love into thy virgin heart
Feeling inexperienced palpitations
Presenting such an exotic warmth
Beyond the cradle of childhood
Since the day of thy attainment,

Ay, 'tis a mistake, fatal one
ye despised my true confessions
Of melancholy that swells and sobs
With dismal and pure anger
Pushing my lost soul unto an insanity
And transforming me to a werewolf,

Oh! Dear one, do not make public my crime
Do forgive my emptiness and my folly
Knowing not the irony of practical life
Of civilization that has been manupulated
Our true impulses and compulsions for mating
Into such a dirtiness and a codified intrusion.

Topic(s) of this poem: love

Form: Blank Verse


Comments about The Rapist by Palitha Ranatunge

  • Navod Dilhara (2/29/2016 9:56:00 PM)


    Great! you have quite softly expressed your expressions using a calm rhythm, (Report) Reply

    (7/12/2017 10:13:00 AM)

    Hi, did u enjoy cricket at Galle stadium?
    well, I have not written for few months. What about your very rich writings in poetry?
    Hope you are doing well!

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  • Chinedu Dike (1/13/2016 6:15:00 PM)


    I strongly believe that one must come to terms with one's primal curiosity - a canal desire, which could become a burning ferocity that consumes the individual's dignity, putting shame into slumber. An insightful depiction of lust as a savage desire, well articulated and nicely penned with conviction. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing Palitha. Please read my poem THE OBSESSIVE AGONY OF LUST. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 11, 2016



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