Wake Up, Old Friend! Poem by Kuda Bondamakara

Wake up old friend, for the die is cast
And the pilgrim shadows wend their ways to the waves
Our beautiful ocean bears the new world to us
So rise before the venomous giant wakes
But she turns neither right nor left for sure
And her stillness torments my trembling soul.

Wake up old friend, lets escape the laid snares
The hardship that besets you, will soon relent
Let's fly up there to the mountain of earthly bliss
Far from your captor ‘s bondage and servitude
But she turns neither right nor left my friend
And she continues slumbered in the cosmos.

My friend will not wake for she is still and cold
Her neck bruised and skin blue, she lies there lifeless
No word passes her lips about the suffering she's had
Nor the desire to stay which seized her the moment she left,
Nor the sorrow she feels for the children she leaves behind
But for this wedge, I cannot reach out to her old friend
For my timing did not suffice to ward off the hand of death!