On a murky and a gloomy night.

Black shadows pitch the land.

Emitting dark and creepy light.

With paints of ebony Filling the Sand.

No light to wither the darkness.

Just invisible sounds of blackness,

Noises of insects shrouding my ears,

With chilly touching of fears.

Wind is turning the tides of waves.

Quickly filling the lagoon caves.

A cracking sound went through the sky.

Standing under heavy clouds I Sigh.

Still holding the memories we met.

Water & perspiration casted us wet.

Held the big net with our hands.

With smiling faces in the golden sands.

Love is curious tool to us.

First sigh, first gossip made us one.

It never caused us a great fuss.

But, became a weapon when, you went none.

Thinking of that, I sitting on the wet pouring beach.

Grasping the sand like, a small wet leach.

Dreaming of that wailing day.

Where you went to fish and never returned with nay.

Poet:- Madhawa Perera