Where Is The Sun Hidden? Poem by Indika Thushara Gamage

Throughout the night the smell of alcohol
Upswing and downswing everywhere

The weeping moon sprawl on the dry leaves
the petals of a flower, made of the sun's blood
On the ground,
From the heavy rain capitalists
the virgin face razed -Earth cries
Rainwater is bleeding in brown fell down
Mouths open the paddy field and shanties,

Evil monster eyes, like the electric current, are flowing
On a night of torture-chest burning flames
Burning flowers
Divided the love into two sounds on a tattoo
Blossomed flowers, the petals sway and cried

She became the night-showing the path to the hell
In front of the crying mother -sil scented
ragged red flower dress -sin lost wings

Thirty-three million gods did not come to help
hold her breath and tried to set aside
The thin light also went out by love mixed
with rice-fed hands

The entourage, songs, and dance with fleeing
who is hunting the treasure
The pearls were scattered
A shower of tender babies fell on the collapsed house
When sitting down across the river
The thorn crown fell into the river
The wind asks for a trial
The white flower of the crescent that was in bloom
Was a victim of the storm
Before the smell dries
When hits the whip on the back of culprits?