By The Haven (Thotupola Ayine) Poem by Jayatissa K. Liyanage

By the water's edge haven...............
Who is it, calling................?

I, the boatman
on samsaric cruise
keep rowing
hither and thither
with boat and oar, being life essence
waiting at haven, my pilgrim rest

Rowing takes me
through the daily course

In the eve, sky amber flushed
In bamboo shade on pandanus bank
is the wreckage of a capsized boat
and a busted oar by it’s side
I wouldn’t care to look at
Nonetheless, carry on sans respite

At the back is the past, dark
on the bank across, is tomorrow
Duo stars, beheld smiling
Weirdly enough, tantalizing
I’m enthused by a scent, strange
hmmm...alluring, from within boat!
Tomorrow, I‘ll be cheering
Facing anything, up coming

Someone is calling.......
From across... afar
Let me get going
For, I’m the boatman