20 January, 2019
Many a man,
Every morn,
Flock to towns.
They scramble
And scramble in bustle
And get on a vehicle.
Oh! Where are they going....?
Where are they all going....?
That on their faces
I see marks of stress,
And marks of distress.
Ever will they find stress-free,
That peace of mind....?
- P.N.P. Deraniyagala