I touch the sky and your passing clouds in vain <br />Because there was no any gratitude shown. <br />They just hit my peak and run away. <br />Sun, Moon, Stars and Angels they all mock and pass remarks. <br />And I was disgusted of being alone. <br />If I could move like a good man in a bad society <br />Then I walk in every corner around the World <br />And tell them whoever meets about my boredom. <br /> <br />I dedicate this poem to the deceased Marxist Sri Lankan singer Gunadasa.Kapuge. Still I remember one of his sad songs; <br />'Friends! We are not mountains in rivalry <br />But only transparent streams that run into one river.'<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-regrets-of-an-old-singing-mountain/
