Doom | Sunday Observer


Dusk gradually got thick
Power failure was quick,
Through the dark she stepped out
Carrying a planted pot,
Three cries above she heard
And it fell on her head,
Awe made her drop the pot
And run in with a shock,
How gecko foretold her doom
At night saw in many a dream,
Following morning son called her
Doomed gecko’s crushed under.

- Kumari Weerasooriya