If I create
10,000 poems,
my room and
the halls would be filled with paper,
And the roof would break
and shatter the windows,
fill the city and break someone’s clan,
fill up the country and takeover the lakes,
cover the rivers,
cut down all the trees,
stack so high and touch the sky
Filled with
poems,
it would
reach in space,reach mars,
take all the planets and connect them,
break all the spaceships,
and fall down
covering the entire North America,
making a bridge to Asia,
takeover half of Russia
And after a few minutes
the world would be covered in papers,
If that happened…
The globe would be gray,
from all the papers,
I used…
Sindusara Munasinghe (Age 9 Yrs)
October 15, 2013
මේ නිර්මානය වයස
අවුරුදු නවයක් වූ සිඳුසර මුණසිංහගේය; කුඩා දරුවෙකුගේ ය.
මුළු ලොවම කඩදාසි
ගුලියක් වන තරමට ම කවි ලියන්නට වැර දරන දරු පැටියෙකු වැළඳ ගන්නට මාගේ දෑත් දිග
මදිය. එනමුදු මගේ වචන ඔහු වටා එතේ යයි සිතා බොහෝ ආදරයෙන් මෙය ලියා තබමි.
"ඔබ දස දහසක් කවි ලියා
තබන මතු දිනයක අලුත් ලොවක්-අලුත් අහසක්-අලුත් සුසුමක් අප සැමට
උරුම වනු ඇත."
p.s.
The poet would die of hunger if there were no
shepherds. The shepherd would die of sadness if he could not sing the words of
the poet.
Through the Offering you are allowing others to love
you. And you are teaching others to love through what you offer them.
-Manuscript found in Accra by Paulo Coelho Page 123
