My far away dumb lass
by nimal dunuhinga
I hear your unsung sad song
from your talking eyes.
Your shattered lips
will not allowed for a kiss.
With my faded dreams
I sat on an isolated bench
in this ruined station.
I am sure that your express train
won't stop here.
I see the parallel railway lines
which stretched over to the promiseland.
My stringless lute cries with me
and I know this is the last goodbye train
to the eternity.
Dedication to the speechless souls who died in warfare.