Farewell blues
I wish
That I can hug your memory
Fondly and even with gratitude
As I can still recollect
How I waited for you
With a pounding-heart
To hear your welcome-knock
At my locked door
During the years of my exile
Surely, it was a spell
As we were enraptured
By a brutal and a wild force
Seeking deliriously a common-goal
Of satiating our heart-throbbing desire
Till we mutually greed
As a prelude to our parting
To have a rollicking party
Burying our uneventful history
To oblivion with a promising kiss
Without any misgivings
Ranjan Amarasinghe
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