Come, give me a hand, let’s go (A poem)

If you are not dead
Or dying
You have to wake up
When the day breaks
Every morning is fresh
Although not in a dew on a petal
Wipe the dust on your bruised forehead
Come, give me a hand, let’s go
Forget the nightmares of blood
Tread soft on wreck
There’s a brook of fresh life
Somewhere in the land
Forget we were defeated
What is the meaning of success?
Life is minutes, days and years
Come, give me a hand, let’s go

-Ajith Perakum Jayasinghe

Non existing people (a poem)

I have no identity card
Am I not a man?
I lost my birth certificate
Was I not born?
Valid passport?
To go where if the road is closed
License to drive (what drives)
I cannot help laughing
When they ask for a railway season ticket
Then they ask if I have
A special identity document
I am thinking of my identity for a long time
Actually, where am I in the history?
Who am I?
-Ajith Perakum Jayasinghe