Seek Thee Pardon Poem by Shanika marini Paul

Seek thee pardon

Granted was I to have a glimpse,
of the beauty of Colombo from the 29th floor,
Little did I feel in the rich friends wins,
in the Iceland towers, Colmobo's door

All that mighty City seemed dim,
The night life rolling the wheel,
More money lost, more money spined,
The laughter of wealth doth echo within,

Confused am I as to why man, thou seeketh
The glory and power hallucinated
Asketh thee as to how thou art lucky
Forgotten hath thee that thou art at test! !

For there in the corner of the mighty City,
Shivers a poor child in hungers pity,
Ay! but thou, Oh! mighty man
Laughs and dine, on the same sand

Obesity, femine doth walk in line
Seeking it's victim in time,
Thy pets doth feed upon a golden plate,
While thy poor brotheren doth seek his fate


A days! wealth that troll in excess
can be the shelter upon a poor state.
Ah! moan thee not oh! wealthy!
For there's still time! to end another's distress.


Shanika Paul
U/graduate BA English(OUSL) , ADIE(UK) , ACIE(OUSL) , DIP; AMI/PSY(CAMBRIDGE) Trained Teacher(IMSD)