Looking At My Fingers

In my room I saw my fingers That I have never thought of It were all together But it were different to each others I looked at and My other hand burnished each one I checked one by one I wanted to know The best one and The hate one Abstractly and concretely I compared with hopefully and hopelessly It was difficult to find An answer for both Best and hate I need all and love for all Without anyone It is a vacant to be called Hand of right or left The use and the beauty The movement and feeling My heart and mind will reject If one deviate from the other I looked back the past That already passed I could not What I today attained I wanted to write and to call To my friends who are in silence To my enemies to whom I closed It was too late for past But tomorrow is for all Udaya R. Tennakoon