
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Monday, December 28, 2009
Comrade Bala
Accused tiger terrorist
Without telling about
Best friend of
Everyone.
Sinhala words
He knows little
Alphabet learnt
Making got written.
English too
Loudly speaks
In different tone
And he has a habit to
Smoke tobacco little.
Smile is pleasant
Cannot be indentified and sensed
As a Tamil.
Never be hurry for foods
Breaking rules
And not done misuse things.
He was severely beaten and torched
Teeth were broken
But never hate to the police
He is simple
Silent
Deep and
Pleasant
But not cheap
Udaya R .Tennakoon
Monday, December 21, 2009
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Unseen Visitor
You imprisoned in
Mother’s womb
When I was arrested and imprisoned
In social prison womb
Without seeking the sun and moon
Days and weeks
Months and years passed
And in the meantime you released from uterus
Keeping eternal pain
in my heart no one seen
Without a name and a born father
Grew up in a transitional time
And I put a name after three months
Relatives knew
But it concealed to neighbors
“Her father has been in abroad”
After almost six months
My daughter with mother
In front of the prison
Where crowding packed room in prison
Between the wall and through a small window fixed a
Small holes net
They have come to see me
.
Touching the iron bar
She was looking at me
Tears collapsed
Out of eyes of mother
But my eyes dried up
As the heart weeping
“This is your father”
Asked with sighs
She smiled
Looking at me.
Touching the iron bar.
Udaya R. Tennakoon
You imprisoned in
Mother’s womb
When I was arrested and imprisoned
In social prison womb
Without seeking the sun and moon
Days and weeks
Months and years passed
And in the meantime you released from uterus
Keeping eternal pain
in my heart no one seen
Without a name and a born father
Grew up in a transitional time
And I put a name after three months
Relatives knew
But it concealed to neighbors
“Her father has been in abroad”
After almost six months
My daughter with mother
In front of the prison
Where crowding packed room in prison
Between the wall and through a small window fixed a
Small holes net
They have come to see me
.
Touching the iron bar
She was looking at me
Tears collapsed
Out of eyes of mother
But my eyes dried up
As the heart weeping
“This is your father”
Asked with sighs
She smiled
Looking at me.
Touching the iron bar.
Udaya R. Tennakoon

Post Teej Red Rose woman
Every where in Nepal
Like wise a garden blossomed red roses
Felt fascinating sceneries
One can think like a
Revolution done by communist women
But it’s a myth or may be an exaggeration
A few days happiness
Given by Hindu Tradition
To feast, to dance and to enjoy
Not for them almost
But for the shake of husbands
Fasting for good health and
Prosperity their husbands
To control their lives
A symbolic happiness
Eternal sorrow in it
Finishing day today works
Shouldering in bound burden
Into their soul
Keeping beauty
For sex and showcase and then
Bends to the other of rest.
God created and
After destroyed
Given deriving from
Tradition to the sign
A rose of slavery patriarchy
Naturally drying and eliminating
To the sun of god husband
Udaya R. Tennakoon
From Nepal
Every where in Nepal
Like wise a garden blossomed red roses
Felt fascinating sceneries
One can think like a
Revolution done by communist women
But it’s a myth or may be an exaggeration
A few days happiness
Given by Hindu Tradition
To feast, to dance and to enjoy
Not for them almost
But for the shake of husbands
Fasting for good health and
Prosperity their husbands
To control their lives
A symbolic happiness
Eternal sorrow in it
Finishing day today works
Shouldering in bound burden
Into their soul
Keeping beauty
For sex and showcase and then
Bends to the other of rest.
God created and
After destroyed
Given deriving from
Tradition to the sign
A rose of slavery patriarchy
Naturally drying and eliminating
To the sun of god husband
Udaya R. Tennakoon
From Nepal
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