Endless End

You might not Believe me If I tell all about You might tell me That it is Only my narrative You might wish to see The other side of it I suppose that You might not hear that Though I unfold mat of mine With you, as it’s worthy Since it’s a patriarchal forest still You might drag me to that cell No right no wrong even justice Only thing I cannot Only thing she cannot Come out Out of the pit So deep rooted Painful memories Curse and hurt I cannot escape Even the space creates Fly away from prison Wall invisible follows behind Though I am told that I am a beat I cannot do that I am very feeble My power has no power I am very poor Udaya R. Tennakoon