The flat dwelling child | Sunday Observer

The flat dwelling child

I live in the city,
In a flat.
There is hardly
Any space
For me to
Be at ease.
There is smoke,
Whenever I look through the window
I wish I saw the rainbow.
The noises I hear
Hurt my ear.
I wish there were
Birds, singing near.
All around I see
Trams buses and cars
I wish there were
Meadows, cattle and calves.

- P.N.P. Deraniyagala