Tuesday, March 30, 2010
THE SUN
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Confession
I m sathyamurthi
from upcountry
home at tea estate of unemplyed
travelled to Vauniya
A job for
Repairing Radio
Started war
Be a Tamil is
A sin
Given by god.
Keeping check points
Everywhere
Guns at aim.
No citizenship
That is because of no identity card.
But because I was born here with
My father and mother.
And labours of tea.
Returned back home
To get make Identity
To meet Grama Sevaka the only one person
Who can do it.
He could do it but did not it.
If I gave him a thousand
I would not be here.
But my mother told
The nature of him
Without even a coin or a bottle of alchol
Never put his signature.
Just only three four days
I got married
Legally.
Dreamt with hopes
to bring her
Having a ceremony after a week
Police came my home
I didn’t know why
First in town police and then
To colombo
Finally to Boossa.
My mother curses
To my vergin wife
of her
Sinfullness.
Than cursing to GS.
Dear sir
what is the wrong
Of being a Tamil
Born in tea estate without stateless.
Even though I worship every day
Shiva kanda god doesn’t know
And he is powerless
He could have seen this
To go against act.
Udaya R. Tennakoon
2007/04/ 26 at Boossa camp
.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Electronic President
My dear countrymen
I am the president
Electronically elected
By the power
I was given last time
By my enemy friend.
This is the global world
Soul and body digitalized
Logic and reason passed away
People are not the element of democracy so far
You people voted secretly
How one can say whether you didn’t vote me
Though you people not believed me
I believed you
That is why I was consulted
To include into my “Thought”
This new method
That is the logic of the birth of electronic system
You don’t want to waste your time
And listen to others.
Now you do own your business.
You’ll keep your demands with you
I’ll keep my promises with me.
I wish to introduce this system to
My neighbors by assuring
After the general election.
I must thank to the technology
The symbol of you.
So dear countrymen
Do listen well!
If someone goes against me
That means against of the modernity.
In other words
Digital agents will punish you
Digitalizing the law and order.
Lastly be calm and quiet
Peace will be given for you.
Electronic President
My dear countrymen
I am the president
Electronically elected
By the power
I was given last time
By my enemy friend.
This is the global world
Soul and body digitalized
Logic and reason passed away
People are not the element of democracy so far
You people voted secretly
How one can say whether you didn’t vote me
Though you people not believed me
I believed you
That is why I was consulted
To include into my “Thought”
This new method
That is the logic of the birth of electronic system
You don’t want to waste your time
And listen to others.
Now you do own your business.
You’ll keep your demands with you
I’ll keep my promises with me.
I wish to introduce this system to
My neighbors by assuring
After the general election.
I must thank to the technology
The symbol of you.
So dear countrymen
Do listen well!
If someone goes against me
That means against of the modernity.
In other words
Digital agents will punish you
Digitalizing the law and order.
Lastly be calm and quiet
Peace will be given for you.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
White Cloth
Dirty
Soul and body
Covered with
Washing
Rubbing
Trying to clean
Scars.
And wears
Spraying
Scents
To avoid
Internal Smell.
It’s a symbol and
A Bodyguard
Running between
Human and demon.Udaya R. Tennakoon


