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