You impressed me there are seven days a week
We met somewhere in a dark corner of this uppish World
And came to know each other within a second.
Still I remember;
'What day is today? ' You inquired in a friendly way.
Then I said; 'It's Friday.'
'All right I'll see you on next Friday.'
How many Fridays were gone?
And I didn't see you anymore.
I raised my hands to the nameless sky
And whispered; 'When shall we meet again?
*............of that day or hour no one knows.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga

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