In Consequential To The (Mental) Battle..... Poem by Jayatissa K. Liyanage

Trees, Mango Rambutan and Butter fruit
not caring the curse befell them
stood monstrous, for so long
now lie down in pieces, embracing earth
being unaware, ‘what happened and why'

Everything being clear and visible
Some, avoid seeing me eye to eye
"why you did it? " An issue for another
wouldn't be answered, though I could
for, the cause for action was evident

In the thick of the night
when sleep has ditched me
moon, so far missing a peep on
casting its gross luminousness,
queried silently, why I did that,

I walked up to the window, lazily
Viewed moonlit carnage, thro' the lace
permitting heart to weep silently
taking care not to curse any one
I asked myself, ‘why did I grow them at all? '