The drought
Those days,
I remember I saw,
In your bright brownish beautiful eyes,
A vast sea of affection;
An ocean of sympathy;
A spring of trust;
And it often gave me,
A tremendous tranquil delight
To look at you,
My lovely gracious girl .....
But now your visage reminds me
Of a dry, desolate, dark landscape,
Enveloped by dreary despair,
With your ferocious frowns,
And trustless, hostile glances ...
And I see that doubt,
Like a long rigorous drought
Has afflicted our relationship
And blighted all our happiness .....
Jayashantha Jayawardhana |