Malinda Poetry: Heritage is for meditation

Heritage is nostalgia’s twin

it is a straw to a drowning nation

some may say,

but no, nation’s never sink,

people do,

they roll in wistful wave

and crash on insecure rock

lose themselves in today’s sand

and cling and cling and cling

to ancestral grandeur

and in their dazzlement

miss in line and curve

crafting and elegance

and in the buddhalambana preethiya

the buddha vacana passes by

or stays and stays and stays

unseen

unseen.

[Inspired by the photography of Hiranya Malwatta]

Malinda Poetry