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Message: <blockquote data-quote="chamara_c" data-source="post: 6270580" data-attributes="member: 235026"><img src="http://i49.tinypic.com/qrhues.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" />Last Saturday when you went back from leave I watched until you disappeared over the bend And long after, until my breast gave a great heave And lit the lamp before the Buddha and prayed no end. On Wednesday when the crow cried on the dead branch And the sky coloured over the colour of charcoal I had no fears I knew you were safe I had your horoscope read and there were no malefics. But on Thursday when they bore you home I did not know what to think It was as if I had slept a long sleep And saw things in a haze between life and death. Was it on Saturday that we bathed together at the village well And you boy-like threw stones at the sneering frogs And drank deeply of the scent of the giant palm That had ominously broken its splendid fragrant? Looking back now I seem to see things I never saw before The way you hung behind me and touch my hair The way you leaned against the door And watched me as I bustled about. They gave him a hero burial With all military honours The band Played And your body passed from hand to hand I saw everything from inside a mist The drone of voices like a plane Making it's uncertain way through the clouds I think they spoke of the way of life and death I think of the barren years Stretching like a road swaying through a desert And wonder how to preoccupy myself How to make the days go forward. On weekends I have nothing to do I spread the white wedding saree on the floor And contemplate how how I stood on the poruwa with you Shyly tying the piece of white cloth around my waist. How wrong the horoscope readers were ...................... (written by Kamala Wijeratne a Sri Lankan soldier's wife who lost her loving husband due to war) Sourse - English tut </blockquote>

Verification: Dawasata paya keeyak thibeda?

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