The Bicycle

To the rain To the Sun Evenly it stands Alongside the pavement On the way to apartment Not belonged to a man But maybe to a woman Not a day or a week More than a month lasted It was locked and also not old enough To throw away or to give it free But there may be a place To park it, if the apartment Neighbors pass by Pavement is silence No one knows Perhaps someone knows But my doubt insists To look for the truth Evening dark slightly sets in My feet stopped near by When I told the story A woman who lives next to me She is too in a doubt alike me An analysis inside myself In the night, on the bed I could presume Though it gave nihilist impacts No, it’s not That I think Something could be happened People have never ever thought Suspicious mind Questions me back If it might have vanished a day How would my mind satisfy? Udaya R. Tennakoon