Looking at My Fingers
POETRY FORMAT, 12 Aug 2013
Udaya R. Tennakoon – TRANSCEND Media Service
In my room
I saw my fingers
That I have never thought of
It were all together
But it were different to each others
I looked at and
My other hand burnished each one
I checked one by one
I wanted to know
The best one and
The hate one
Abstractly and concretely
I compared with
hopefully and hopelessly
It was difficult to find
An answer for both
Best and hate
I need all and love for all
Without anyone
It is a vacant to be called
Hand of right or left
The use and the beauty
The movement and feeling
My heart and mind will reject
If one deviate from the other
I looked back the past
That already passed
I could not
What I today attained
I wanted to write and to call
To my friends who are in silence
To my enemies to whom I closed
It was too late for past
But tomorrow is for all
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Udaya R. Tennakoon – Poet/ Diaspora Writer, Journalist, Peace and Human Rights Activist. Student at the World Peace Academy, University of Basel, Switzerland.
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