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
Image: Alle Rechte vorbehalten von Richard R. Thompson