Sunday, August 14, 2016
Creative Spot - A Poem by Zita Perera Subasinghe
It’s Rubbish, Really!
Little piece of dirt, little paper scrap
You lie on my table like a turned over snap
Were you blown in by the breeze?
To me it seems somewhat a mystery
Are you even hoping to seize
A little bit of ancient history?
Who do you really belong to?
And what really belongs to you?
By whose love do you long to
Be cherished and cared for too?
Are you where one made a note?
Are you part of a shopping list?
Where a loved one carefully wrote
Things to buy for a romantic tryst?
You really belonged in a tree
Those long, long years ago
A papyrus you had to be
If you needed to achieve more
A great author needed you
To write a world famous book
A million readers greeted you
From world’s every corner and nook
Little kids following your trail?
Either they won with glee and grace
Or you sadly made them fail?
Hey! I know just who you are!
A tiny piece of Egyptian history
A scrap from grave of Cleopatra
At last I have, solved your mystery!
By Zita Perera Subasinghe