Tears | Sunday Observer

Tears

A little 'blooming bud'
I went to see 'her'
The ones who gathered said
'Looks clever and bold.'
Time passes...
One day at midnight, a lady came
With a faded face, glittering eyes
'A small dead body', in her hands
Mourning about, an 'untimely death.'
The death was,
Uncivilised, unreasonable and unkind!
No mercy, though 'it' was
An infant, disabled or an old man
When death summons, we all have to go
As 'it' is impatient and inevitable

Navodya Hansani Attanayake,
Grade 13 G,
Central College,
Bandarawela.

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