Long Roads

Long Roads

Hung my empty cape without a glimpse

Concealed my trembling rhymes behind the giant tree I adored

Crunched my past few pictures from my left

Here I stood two paces away from my wooden fence

Behold!! Left my white walls behind

Where I hid life lines of mine, inside  

Their width masks bidding and endeavoring to catch their own rise

My misty sight captured for a while

I waggled my fingers for the one last time

Now I’m on the war again

Though I lost my sword in the midst

Look like I born today

Nevertheless both the hands are sounding dear to me still

With love, you fed within the prayers I whispered

I’m on the way to a long journey

Without the voices grew around me

Though I ignored their temporary scent when I was myself before some hours

My curly hairs are withered but still, the roads are long     

-S.Rodrigo-