I don't write poems in Sinhala any more!

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!