By the river Nilwala I sat down
And wept. The young lovers were
Holding each others’ hands and laughing
and singing their songs
Like there’s tomorrow. And I,
The old, tattered soul,
Heavy with all the melancholy and sorrow,
Let the tears mix with
The incessant stream, grieving
Over the songs I couldn’t sing.
The Nilwala flowed, it didn’t know
And neither did anyone know
Of the tears mingled in the huge flow.
And why, why should anyone know
The tears of a loser the world
doesn’t need to know about.
They may well be washed into
The deep, dark ocean and forgotten
Forever.
Title inspired from By the river Piedra I sat down and wept.
lov da book.. n great creativity based on that ayya.. maxa :))
thanks 🙂
Kunu ela would be awesom-er.
PS: Someone please change the f*****g name!!!
Change the name of?
U’re just inspired or relating ur own experience? can’t be the latter right?
If it’s the latter by any chance, join the club of losers!
Sadly, it’s the latter. :/
I have peed once when I was little 😛