A Portrait

A Portrait

A Poem by $amala

I clinched a picture on my wall

Sometimes I used to observe it

But when night embraces the light

I accustomed to beseech before those eyes

I plead my laughter, my laughter  

Besides all, that ear heeds every sound with a broad patience

Without an inquisition, I must state

Seasons passed

Suddenly, one day I awoke for another vivid day

There were number of sketches hung on my wall

Near by the old one

So that I set my classical one in the wardrobe of mine  

Later, I renovated my space

Few pieces just left me

& presently these midnights I used to prefer, are frightening me more

 Although I smelled something in my nightmares

 Something has departed. at the end

 


© 2017 $amala



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$amala
$amala

Sri Lanka



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