They drowned in the milky way

What a glorious morning?
If a blind can see the daybreak and a deaf hear the prayers.
Where a dumb sings the saddest song and a cripple walks to the world's end.
Under the haughty sun and drowsy moon
These innocents were uprooted.
Can a rainbow guide them to a hidden heaven some day?
That particular day they can dance with the twinkling stars.
And the streak meteors come from the mysterious dark sky.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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