I was there waiting impatiently.
My kids all jubilant
Excited.
I was not in happy mood.
I do not like the parks or leisure grounds
They consume money with fast and greedy manner.
Suddenly, through the glosses of passing car , I saw my own image.
Suddenly!
A recognition...
It was my father.
I laughed,
It is no wounder that I posses his features, as he is my origin
I remembered.
I was kid
I was with my father
in the park running shouting and climbing the hanging branches of the local park.
A smile of understanding
Over powered me
Go! Go ....
My kids seemed to be shocked.
By my words, which were not belonged to me.
I am a stranger.
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Dinesha Perera
I am a poet who is interested in in-depth feelings of the humanity.
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