The Song Of Isolation Poem by nimal dunuhinga

Horizon is the name where the home for elders is situated near by the Tattoo river, besides you could see the range of singing mountains.
When the passing clouds touch the peak you could hear the melancholy songs.
The old bearded sailor sits on a bench and takes out his miniature compass from his baggy pocket and search the true north, where he suspects the loved ones and kith & kin live there.
The eldest son does a research of Anthropology in a reputed University
And the one & only daughter who acts small-time parts in Western theatre.
He is not worried about money they send in every month; The colored notes with dead faces of bygone presidents.
The berserk sailor see the far away flock of wild geese in twilight sky and he cries; 'Hey! My little migrant birds I am bit scared as the bombers are flying around and when you could release from your dungeons? '