The fearsome darkness
Not dispelled
Wrapped in my own thoughts
In a gloomy chamber
Lamp flared...
Cicadas singing
A never ending song
Bees returning
To the hive
Grows making a din...
An owl hooted once
Can I run away?
No escape
A scintillating star
Murmurs in dismay...
Lamp flame
Breathing its last
My mind
Still seething
Dear God
If I had wings...
Bhagya Weerasinghe
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