Suren Sarathkumara Poems

Ghosts lived
Everywhere
And no where
Clad like any other
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Once again in September
Void hits life
Sheer sorrow pinning the soul
In a ruthless strike
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Cold every wall at their right
As my heart otherwise might
If not for you, not for anything
Which you started the other night
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Deep and steep his love is
So does the fall of novice
He gripped her hand in pain
Treaded along tracks of rails
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Thick oil continue to spill
Gushing and rushing out from drill
Hydro-smoke in immense salt
As infernal as it might smell
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