Empty life
Filled with empty things
When I leave
I will take some memories of you and me
and the birthday ring you gave
stones of which change colour
on rainy stormy days
inside me

“how do you do?”
I’ll say
When I meet you next time around
Stay my bated breath and racing heart
And not look in your eyes

Walk on by….

Walk on by!!!

Walk on by???
I wish…it was that simple.

Sashikala Premawardhane

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