Junk Yard

I searched everywhere;
Peace
Happiness
Justice
Good
Bad
Worst
Friends
Enimies
Toys
Pain
Beauty & Ugly
Truth, false..............everything
A lot there
And I do not have a paper to write down
But worthless take them back home
As all were rusty?
And on the way
When Helen of Troy called me Ureka;
'Hey! Archimedes where were you? '
Then only I found that I was nude?

* A friend of mine requested a script for a modern melodrama and this is not yet a completed scribbling?

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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