A Message To The Friend Poem by Udaya R. Tennakoon

As if, invisibly and unconsciously
Are you mocking at me or do you want me
To stop my journey definitively

I hope and expect at any time
Imagine not, that I am a cowardly man
Or try slipping from your hands

I see an apple on the top of a tree, that
The farmer couldn`t put into his net
It is even rotten in winter, bravely hangs

A phenomena without a real sense on surface emerges
Inside deeply and secretly but places having not diagnosed
Do you think of whether an accident?

Many of might judge and it may be a narrative
For a shorter time and they do simply forget
If so, do you believe the same?

I have one thing, to whom
Not yet to utter very firm
You can`t hear this anyhow

So called, for my wasted time, I am accused
In that ripened, raw and rotten harvest unseen
The key of the den, yet not given

I trust it, whether Gold, silver or diamond
Might an asset to someone
I need not anything

As if the life has no plan
Scattered this will give a lunacy
Once decides when anybody goes in

If anybody wants money and fame
This den might not open, but for
Cosmic humanity, conscience, fairness and so forth who's grown

Several times, you have been asked
All of those I have been given
You don't suppose that I have forgotten

This chance wish not to repeat or appeal

One thing, a little is the den, secret the key I forget to bring
I may search and find it soon
And you must wait a while till then