The Lamentation of a Mother 

By Indunil Madhusankha


“Amma, when I come the next time,  

  prepare me some Welithalapa.”

  Saying thus you left for work


  But all of a sudden like one of your

  most remarkable surprises

  You came home deposited in a reddish wooden box,

  meritoriously adorned with white-colored flowers


  I fanned your face with a handkerchief

  just to chase the flies away

  And caressed your forehead gently

  putting some tufts of hair to the top of the head

  You were our only son, the greatest treasure of ours


  As you were so catching and handsome a young man

  and an influential commander in the Army

  We had dreamt of a grand wedding ceremony for you

  of sublime caliber

  with the accompaniment of music

  Yet I heard the soothing rhythm

  of neither the violin nor the piano

  except for the deafening cacophony of brownish iron horses

  that they called a respectable gun salute, 

  and the lachrymose craws of the participants

  I can remember,

  unlike the others I didn’t weep or whimper 

  except at the moment the telephone glided from my hand

  hearing the very news!


  I curse it,

  the horrible death messenger


  Huge banners of milky white color

  fluttered in the air

  On them in plain black letters

  inscribed the cliché, “Anichchāwatha Sankhāra.”     


  Your coffin submerged slowly into the grave

  I exclaimed

  clamoring and wriggling to loosen the clasp

  that mitigated against my movement,

  you could not be in that gloomy pit all alone

  Yet the gathering was deaf


  They say that now I am going mentally out  

  I am neither crazy nor violent

  But definitely, so should be those war-mongers


  Oh, forgive me, my putha, my golden gem,

  for not having made Welithalapa for you. 


Indunil Madhusankha is currently a Lecturer in the Department of Decision Sciences at the Faculty of Business of the University of Moratuwa. Even though he is academically involved with the subjects of Mathematics and Statistics, he also pursues a successful career in the field of English language and literature as a budding young researcher, reviewer, poet and content writer. Basically, he explores the miscellaneous complications of the human existence through his poetry by focussing on the burning issues in the contemporary society. Moreover, Indunil’s works have been featured in many international anthologies, magazines and journals. 

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