The grime of shoes can bring someone a prize,
along with hands that serve orphans and poor.
Examined dust, that walked the narrow way,
disregarding themselves, loved to their core.
But, selfish feet are caked, forevermore,
having poured drinks until the break of day,
can’t make it to one’s bed, sleeping on floor.
The grime of shoes gathers offals and flies.
Look! They resemble Rose buds in spring;
Though hearts run,souls are withering
Demented heads rest on skinny hands;
What dilemmas pinch little panicky minds.
Bring moments back how moms care;
Gruesome memories of explosions in air;
Charred corpse ,decaying stinky offals;
Here,eyewitnesses live for such scuffles.
Sudden fearful shrills in deep sleeps;
In memory of chums,silent weeps;
Little angles! you lodge in orphanage
Do not lose the tomorrow's courage;
WAR is a CURSE that effaces a race
Who lost all your childhood's grace!
By Swarnapali Liyanage
15/07/2011
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