Tuesday, 24 January 2012

A KOAN UNTOUCHED BY RAIN

Under the umbrella
stopping the hard rain
drenched in
sil-suwanda white,
I saw.
Had I sinned, I wondered,
had I not?
Was the distance to exit lengthened
did I get closer,
was composure wrecked
or resurrected?
I do not know.
The mind came to a halt
before her.


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3 comments:

  1. beautiful sunshine24 January 2012 at 22:58

    come, come, do tell, who is this her? :)

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  2. Biso Menike25 January 2012 at 12:55

    lovely poem Mr. Seneviratne. actually i am writing this on behalf of my whole family. we all like reading your poems.

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  3. Hiranya Malwatta30 January 2012 at 12:59

    This is one of your best. The Sinhala interpretation is even better as I remember, and one of my favourites.

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