Train and the tears
Lustrous russet aurora of the sun of utmost ascendancy
And forlorn lonesome had reached upon the matured dull roof
Of an impure train station with rigorous unending hassle
Few broken torn chairs with adulteration, Impurity
And desperation were visible to the clear vision of people
With hectic prospects of their own unclear journeys towards
Destinations, situated in the avaricious embracement of worldly materialism
In dark corners of the despondent train station, murky spider webs
With mournful insects ensnared within, yarning for the salvage of life
Were visible through the wind of fatigue and exhaustion
Men and women with mournful faces with non-fulfillment of worldly gratifications
Were sitting on the torn auburn chairs with hushed stillness
Inside the poignant train station, near an old broken chair
Few children were born to a mother of utmost maternal warmth and ardor,
The dog mother, though her innocent cubs were roofed with dirt and filth
Whilst affectionate tears falling out her eyes, was constantly and tenderly licking
The skinny emaciated bodies of the miserable cubs, was visible to
The site of the ordinary people gathered around the innocent yet adoring scenery,
In the vicinity many trains with journeys towards distressing
Destinations of ordinary people were constantly scampering on sturdy old timber pillars,
Newly born cubs were barely on foot around their mother with intense difficulties
Originated by their new arrival upon the world of melancholy ignorance
Days passed with speechless mourn and isolation of the world of disruption
And ignorance, yet the little cubs unhurriedly and gradually became
Matured turning in to adoring children whilst contented on their beings
Irrespective of their life Full of obscured ignorance and miserable
Exclusion of worldly wealth, bliss and valued acceptance,
Whilst forlorn lonesome became their inevitable sole companion,
These innocent cubs with emaciated forms dressed in filth and dust
Played with their mother and on their own upon a world of their own
With blissful simplicities, a world of innocence and contentment,
Men and women, so called greatest inventions of the evolution of history,
Time to time lash out or boot these innocent creatures or the
Immature existences of the evolution replicating the dim-witted supremacy of their breed
Yet without a heed of it, little cubs entrapped in the arms of pacifying liberation
It was yet another day with rapidity and brainless intricacy of mankind
Men and women hurriedly were in the nature of gearing up of pursuing
Their destination towards their desires in the arms of worldly avariciousness
Little cubs were heedless on their vicinity filled with the rush of passengers
Of the mournful gloomy train station, played with dust and filth
Whilst time to time glancing at the sturdy trains sprinting on splintered timber pillars
The horn was signaled for a train with extensive tarnished passenger boxes
With faded colors, gradually initiated to scamper on the strapping wooden pillars
Some left over bread pieces were thrown towards the scampering train
And cubs in emaciated forms with intense starvation followed left over bread pieces
Towards the sturdy train of senseless sole and burly in nature
Earsplitting weep of deep pain was released in to the wind of ignorance
Here after the innocent little cubs would never return in to the warmth embracement
Of their innocent mother lived in the brutal entrapment of worldly disruption and ignorance
Yet she determined to seek her loved ones whilst whimpering to resolve
The utmost brutal puzzle of death that has been unsolved and will never be solved
Innocent mother constantly chasing after every train appear and disappear, seeking for her children replicating the symbol of maternal affection that will never die.
Name: Awanthi Anuradha Wijesooriya.
Phone No: +94713525918
Email: awanthiwijesooriya206@gmail.com