To a "Hunter"
Have you ever
Asked a fragmented flower,
How much it hurts
When you tear-off
Its last remaining petal…?
Can you feel
And come to terms with,
The unbearable solitude
The moon suffers,
When the last star fades away
Into unknown darkness
In nights like these…?
When a bloody hand
Rips-off innocent wings,
One by one,
Of a fair bird who tried to fly away
Will it be able to sing,
A dream of distant hope
Still trembling in the eyelashes…?
And when all is done,
Will there still remain,
A narration packed and packed
with more and more unsung poetry,
Trapped inside a pen,
Lost between,
the ink and the paper words
That never got written…?
Rasika Jayakody
Translated by - Jayashika Padmasiri
17.10.2009
Have you ever
Asked a fragmented flower,
How much it hurts
When you tear-off
Its last remaining petal…?
Can you feel
And come to terms with,
The unbearable solitude
The moon suffers,
When the last star fades away
Into unknown darkness
In nights like these…?
When a bloody hand
Rips-off innocent wings,
One by one,
Of a fair bird who tried to fly away
Will it be able to sing,
A dream of distant hope
Still trembling in the eyelashes…?
And when all is done,
Will there still remain,
A narration packed and packed
with more and more unsung poetry,
Trapped inside a pen,
Lost between,
the ink and the paper words
That never got written…?
Rasika Jayakody
Translated by - Jayashika Padmasiri
17.10.2009
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