Once, for me.

I pass a tree, once lush and green

I laughed and leaped once ever teen

We talk a street where no one weeps

 Shell jarred bone fresh; dug near deep.

Palmyrah of peace, her toddy wilder

Bringing mirth, that borrowed silver

Art of leaves, uncovered me thinks

Craft of peace, now flushing pink.

Cream of Ice and Crabs of Curry

North of rise, her roads unhurried

Gun built house, their service smart

Yet wonder she, discontented pout.

Dark blue the clear, starring bright

She feels so dear, I deeply sigh

A home for me, to tread and wonder;

Or walk at ease, to live not ponder?

Engraved are her memories, every time. Jaffna :) Writing inspired by a waking morn and some interesting back of the van chatter 03.08.12Harith de Mel