A Visit to a Democrat

The walls are painted

On the name of words

The door is opened

Of your home

I am welcomed

To enter for building trust

Removing my shoes

At the doorstep

I sit on the sofa

You offer me a cup of tea

And then a meal

With pleasant treatments

I can use your Toilet

And sit back again

I see the opening windows

And can look out through it

I leave your home

At the same door saying good bye

The time with you

Partly I feel that

I am as a stranger

Even it is opened for sitting room

Locked cupboards and closed rooms

You never open

Though the door is opened

You are not interested in

To show or to share

When I try to explore as a child

You play like parents

Painted words

And marbled symbols

Look like fascinating

Beside the closed of your hidden rooms

Udaya R. Tennakoon

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