While you craft your metaphors
And write as you like
In Sinhala,
While you win awards
I struggle here,
Under watchful eyes.
Post-colonial poets
Look on as I polish
My words into metaphors.
At night, when your metaphors cry out
And shine in their newborn glow,
I climb cliffs of foreign imagery
And bleed for a simile.
I eat, I drink, and worship white poetry;
I don a white mask
To overcome the self-pity.
I send you postcards
With 'cool pictures' of Perth!
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WOW, I have read your sinhala poetry decades back. Great to see your English poems.
ReplyDeleteI am waiting to read them from another corner of the world,not developed like Australia.
All good wishes!
Wow, good to see your English poetry. So cool.
ReplyDeleteI was reading your poems for decades....And now in a cyber BLOG....All the very best!
Dear Akkandi,
ReplyDeleteThis is indeed a late response. A poet has to write poetry from a given place (sense of place) but s/he could roam to capture his/her feelings from anywhere. You also need to take into account why I am writing poetry in English from Australia! It is a part o my own journey!