09 May 2012

Maha Nilame steps to the fore

Through the mist of the past
 Maha Nilame steps fore
 Like the many times  before
 through the haze of my mind
 Silver hawadi hanging low by the side of the white sarong  
 Grey hair tied to a knot
 And the white beard covering the wizened face
 There he is
 He does not smile; it is told that, he seldom did
 But he stares right in to my eyes
 And asks
 Did you read what he wrote ?
 Did you mean what you said ? 
What do you think of me now


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