Rishini Munasinghe Poems

Crused and stomped by the weight of the waves,
Feel like a debtor who life time pays.
Throwen here and there for the pearl to bloom,
Feel like a Tuberose that never found the moon.
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Born transparent, no colours, so invisible,
'Grow up and try things in order to be visible'.
Parents want him in gold but he likes pink,
Who cares about what he wants. They dipped him in gold ink.
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