Dark Arts

Blessings of the dark 

is all I receive,

and tell me please 

if there's anything 

called paints in a flower...

Blossoms that touch so light

Sweet and tender smells nice 

Feels so delight both day and night

But not what they call as'light'!

Warmth of the day,

Winds of the night,

There do I feel with a seconds' touch 

With my little hands

I touch, yet, to be felt or what?

Ma, what are shadows and

what are the blessings of light,

that's hidden in beauty that's so wise?

Oh! If you too confused 

as much as am I,

let dry up your pearls of kind

that makes your roses so fade

Just don't adore to hear,

what gossips mean to be,

and it only was a hurting act

not a burning fact!

Translated by ✍️Rwrites

Originally taken from the Sinhala verses 'Sudo Sudu' by Keyas (Sagara Palansuriya)