A Mess On the Table

Around the Laptop On my table As if garbage dump That is useful to me As a worm in it Opened and a half or a few page read books Written notes never completed As if a lunatic asylum Without treatments Left side and right side The things my hands easily catch Behind and under Perhaps to be used It is a picture of a writing table An uncombed head that is Always scratched Not allow to make arrange As my order becomes into a disorder Untidy is the tidy in my head of beauty That is to be harvested As a baby to be given a birth It is not job of difficult To clean and arrange Difficulty is to keep continue My mess up dream Until the time of ripen When the time comes Beauty will be born It was in my mind and The harvest of my dream It has not exact time To grow up and to bear As you request and expect Some crops which are harvested Not a value and a good price Like a poem, a short paragraph A word of seed To be planted in a day When the field is fertile Until then, my table is dirty With my mind In that I am a beggar and a worm Living in a poor and ugly hut Having a scanty meals Udaya R. Tennakoon