To My Daughter
The time it was insisted
In torrential rain of thunder
To exile and to say good bye
You may have not known
The things were happening
For now is the same
You may not know
The things are happening
Being with you, almost two months
Instead of symbol of paternal
What we could share
You laughed and cried
I tried to feed you
Having held in hand
In the night I showed you
Uncle Moon and brothers of stars
I think you learnt
When I asked again
Pointed your finger
One two and three years passed
I could not see your growing
Sometime heard your voice
For a moment by the phone
I see you matching
With daughters of others
On the roads, in parks and everywhere
Schooling and playing with snow
Words of childish and acts of mischievous
I was looking at them with hidden madness
Perhaps I lament closing lachrymose eyes
You may not know and no one
Burden of feelings and curse of time passing
Missing of love with mega pain
I am nourished for tomorrow
You may feel the absence of mine
Please excuse me for being like this
Udaya R. Tennakoon
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