To Hell or Heaven
To Hell or Heaven
To Hell or Heaven
It is said
That when
A Sri-Lankan
Plans to go abroad
He becomes secretive
And almost paranoid
Does not tell anybody
Of his intentions
Lest somebody pulls a string
Under the carpet
To stop
His endeavour
But
Once he is abroad
And found a filthy dwelling
For habitation
He is in all but praise
Of the new found
Hell sans freedom
Wants all his fellow beings
Left behind
To come, join him
In misery
And share his chores and concerns
I am told
This is so
In the Middle East
Or else as
A refuge
In the West
But,
What is significant?
And the most indwelling
Fact is that
Where one goes to hell
He makes sure
All his fellow beings
Are pulled out there from here
Like a magnetic attraction
To share the misery
But,
By chance
If he found
A decent and healthy place
As a habitat
He writes home
In shame and disregard
Of the place adopted
Lest he has
To share
The wealth and happiness
Of the New Found Land
This is not
In anyway
A warning
For the foreign peace mongers
Who curry favours
With the tyrants and the clan
And when they fall, they fall
All together
One hell of a pit of disgrace
The Sri-Lankan
Who wish for divine intervention?
All the time,
But,
When they go to heaven
They go there all alone
Simply because
Increasing the numbers there
Would be antagonistic
To the Zero Growth Principle
And it propensity
Adapted by,
The Sri-Lankans
Already there
Established in position and fame
The only exception
But the classic example
To the above rule of thumb
Is the exposition?
Of the stupidity of
The tour management
Sans sense
Who left out Sanath
In the bench lingering
So that the entire team
Go down in disgrace
Without any excuses
But the survivour
Par excellence
Is our own Sanath?
Who has to give himself
His own farewell
Since the soul mates
Could not perform
As a winning team when needed
And under duress
At Kandy
The hostility,
And the whole host of predicaments
A soul born out of this soil
Of the divides
On a common ground,
Of paucity of ideas and innovation
Has to go through is minute
In comparison
To the disgrace and disrepute
The foreign souls
Would have to inherit and forbear
But,
In Buddhist anthology and tradition,
The “Kalyana Mitta”,
The true friend who helps
The upward bound beings
A safe heaven
Come what it may
Now and always
Sans boundaries,
Of colour, caste, creed or class
Is known for its absence in the
Modern world of material gain
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