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The wet mud
Creeps through the grass
And sticks between the toes
Black brown earth
In my garden
Feels me
As I walk
The lawn
As if
It was a great adventure
In the “Sinharaja”
I walk about
Barefoot
Speaking to my mother’s potted plants
Making a sudden mad dash at the garden lizard
Who suffers a mild cardiac arrest
At my oncoming frame
Or so I believe
Look at the fella run……
He he he
My mother shakes her head in disbelief
“she’s gone mad”
she says to my father who grins
and joins me
in our very own private little jungle
walking about
barefoot
the city seems
far removed from my being………

Sashikala Premawardhane

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