Udaya R. Tennakoon


Untold Number - Poem by Udaya R. Tennakoon

I am given
A number
A key
A room

Cleaned
No any signs
of others' left overs

The bed, the basic need
Walls are crystal white
Eye contact touches it
Imposing silence crawls
Mind over the eyes
What type of bed is now here
I lay down
To free from you
Before the possibilities,
Untold alternatives
In the night or the day

Topic(s) of this poem: last supper, life and death

Form: Free Verse


Comments about Untold Number by Udaya R. Tennakoon

  • Anil Kumar PandaAnil Kumar Panda (10/8/2018 11:27:00 AM)

    A though provoking poem indeed. Enjoyed. Thanks for sharing.10++++++ (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 8, 2018



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