6 January, 2019
Once forlorn and cast aside By a gang of five fingers odd
Found I thee in a gutter filled with mud
Tearing off the sticker soaked
Found I thee in a crystal sheen
Once forlorn and thou will never be
Assured I to thee
As a kid small-nice-obedient
Shelves ebony black were filled with albums
Neatly and sacredly
To make my stamp folks rest and tranquilly stare
When I grew young-stubborn-disobedient
Shelves ebony black were filled with bottles
Neatly and sacredly
To make my crystal tears rest and tranquilly stare
Oh! thou twinkling bottle
That comes from the gutter
Found by the shutter
Or thorny bushes’ shelter
Here’s thine home
Home-sweet-home
Alone-bitter-alone
My tiny tears perform
A kid by laws clustered her stamps
In albums old-with happiness gold
A lady by laws clusters her tears
In twinkling bottles for a silent lover
- Dilmini Hasintha Abeyrathne