My Final Gift Poem by Palitha Ranatunge

When my eyes are resting
At an end of a day
I felt, a little about an eternal
Slumber to be gifted to me
At the end of the day,

The end! Do not tell me
About an end for I want to
Continue my journey
Either in heaven or hell
Or in samasara,
The happiest
Nirwana, not that easy to
gain, for it has a price of
sufferings through out
another trillions of births,

In my isolation,
in my free world
I never bother about
what is beyond
For I have felt though
my brain is a tiny one,
may be having
No wisdom at all,
the final sleep at the end
Will be my utmost gift
From the nature,

If you do not have
A stomach to
Accept this simple truth,
then do listen
To them and believe
all the fairy tales
Circulating within
The high walls of
the cultural prison
You are within.