Shirani Rajapakse Poems

They sit in a row, heads
Bowed low, and accept
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You watched from your window as they came in numbers
large enough to take over the world.
One by one they built a park of humanity.
I watched from my PC, my window to there – where you were.
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She stared out at the people passing on
the street before her. A myriad
of colours and shapes
wafted by, some hurrying some moving
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The smell of smoke and acid thins
on the wind as warm breezes
blow softly, taking them away,
from the desert.
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I’m bored with this life.

Can I go home? But where is
home? How do I get there? Which bus
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The noise engulfs me. Yet I’m
alone. The birds sing outside.

Yet I’m alone.
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The wind rustled through
the trees, moving this
way and that
and the leaves began to
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Genghis Kahn rode through the land,
across mountains and plains
cutting me down, leaving me in shreds. But
I rose. The old university at Nalanda
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I didn’t see it coming. My cup
was full and overflowing. You picked at
your food staring over my head
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It got in the way,

that’s what they said. They
needed space for the road for
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