A Pair Of Ocean Eyes

Poem By Dilantha Gunawardana

Stars are shining bright and the moon is up
Clouds are making homes for them
They lead to their destinations in peace.
I find no reason to write on disharmony.
No reason to lament.

Grasses are green and plants are laden
With fruits. Flowers bloom and swing
The aroma rents the air with a hope.
I find no reason to write on despair.
No reason to lament.

Courts deliver justice to the people
They deserve. Police help them bury
Atrocities. And the government swears.
I find no reason to write on pessimism.
No reason to lament.

People celebrate festivals and share joys
In glee. They all congregate in the temples
They have no reservation, no aversion.
I find no reason to write on their follies.
No reason to lament.

Note: Publsihed in Muse India, May-Jun 2009.

Comments about A Pair Of Ocean Eyes

a colorful poem in this colorful beautiful cosmos..so no need for a lament


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