Twinkling bottle | Sunday Observer

Twinkling bottle

Once forlorn and cast aside  
By a gang of five fingers odd  
Found I thee in a gutter filled with mud  
Tearing off the sticker soaked  
Found I thee in a crystal sheen  
Once forlorn and thou will never be  
Assured I to thee  
As a kid small-nice-obedient  
Shelves ebony black were filled with albums  
Neatly and sacredly  
To make my stamp folks rest and tranquilly stare  
When I grew young-stubborn-disobedient  
Shelves ebony black were filled with bottles  
Neatly and sacredly  
To make my crystal tears rest and tranquilly stare  
Oh! thou twinkling bottle  
That comes from the gutter  
Found by the shutter   
Or thorny bushes’ shelter  
Here’s thine home  
Home-sweet-home  
Alone-bitter-alone  
My tiny tears perform  
A kid by laws clustered her stamps  
In albums old-with happiness gold  
A lady by laws clusters her tears  
In twinkling bottles for a silent lover  
 
- Dilmini Hasintha Abeyrathne    

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