<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=523698" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To our dearly-beloved son, now dead</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In a makeshift vihara in the heart of London<br> Bikku then disclosed his parents long gone<br>Might one dare utter after all these years<br> Was it yesterday he would shed dry tears</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Somewhere in the saffron folds of his faith<br> A lonely boy still lurked wanting his mother<br>Or brother sister and hope-dislocating father<br> Of how they could abandon even his wraith</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Just a single line in the inner board of a book<br> Over dried blue ink his fingers caressed words<br>A life he might've had in who knows what worlds<br> He just wanted to say: ‘See, who so forsook! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In an unwatched vihara in the heart of London<br> A forsaken boy dared break out of monkdom<br>Might one dare utter after all these years<br> Was it yesterday he would shed dry tears</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Too late he had come to own up this truth: <br> ‘If there's a Supreme Being leave Him well be<br>He knows best what He's doing forsooth<br> Mind your own business leave Him well be! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Should one gauge the measure of a man's humanity<br> From his ability to outgrow imposed attachments: <br>Such as confines of his community race or country<br> But most of all withstand the viral encroachments<br>Of his conditioned beliefs upon his own personality.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dedicated to Mahathero Gunasena</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(© T. Wignesan - Paris - September 8,1983 - Rev.2012, from the sequence/collection: 'Words for a Lost Sub-Continent',1999.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=T.+Wignesan">T. Wignesan</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=523698" data-title="To our dearly-beloved son, now dead de T. Wignesan" data-description="In a makeshift vihara in the heart of London Bikku then disclosed his parents long gone Might one dare utter after all these years Was it yesterday he would shed dry tears Somewhere in the saffron folds of his faith A lonely boy still lurked w..."></div> </div> </div>

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