ND (19, April,1951 / kalubovila East, Sri Lanka)


A teenager roams in my friend's area
who walks like a girl and my friend's wife hates him.
'Must be a Gay' she emphasized.
The next door lives an old man
A bachelor; the boy goes there to exchange books.
He used to whistle always in a peculiar manner
when he pass my friend's place
and she gave him a nickname 'Marina'.
'I heard that he is a feminist & a Freemason
who fights for your equal rights, isn't it?
so, you must respect him'.
he told his wife
and she replied angrily' hey! my liberal wasp!
why you make such a fuss of him? '.

To my dearest friend Denis.Joe

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Comments (2)

What a superb write Nimal, capturing a moment of non-understanding and intolerance so succinctly. A statement which seems to say that we should not seek out difference in people but look at our comminality. A wonderful construct my friend of which I am honoured to be the dedicee as well as honoured to read it. Thank you my dear friend.
Kindness and concern should recognize no barriers. Even though some of us are different, we are all human beings. A very fine poem, Nimal. Kindest regards, Sandra