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