Udaya R. Tennakoon Poems

At a certain point
He happened to be a pretender
Deviating the track he came
Like an iguana
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Oval glass
Like your waistline
Touches my fingers
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(Post war in Sri Lanka, connecting the North and South of Batticaloa road, the bridge was constructed to replace the old Kalladi Bridge that was built by the British 70 years ago.)

In sounds of heavy weapons
And shot notices vibrated
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No one around me
In my studio
Beside the laptop
Others are stand still
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Evaporated sighs
Lamented hearts
Fallen tear drops
Frozen snow
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Batter my heart and shatter my gutter
Hammer my past and scatter my matter
Take the dagger and bore my header
Take your power and be a my killer
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Christmas December comes
Everything in market is labeled
Special discounts display on
Packs and boxes of gifts
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When I write about me
In that
Would you see the other, who is not on the surface?
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To build a wall
Of a broken heart
By an empathy hope
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For a humanist
A chock
For a robber
An asset
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